The Smile Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “The Smile”. Dear Sir, my legs hooked over the sides, spreading and displaying my, in full, pert breasts rising and falling with each sharp, excited breath, I count down the seconds to the moment of your invasion.

With the sound of your feet making their way across the hard-wood floor, my cunt thumps its raging pulse through the fine pink mesh, releasing pool after pool of my sweet nectar into the fabric and down my thighs.

Before me at last, you waste little time, sliding down your zipper to free the angry purple cock in need of this merging. Pushing the g-string to one side, you nudge your glistening head into my plump lips, hands possessing, hips driving, hard shaft plunging deep, deep, deeper into the searing velvety wetness as my back involuntarily arches and their low guttural moan reverberates around the cavernous room.

Does my smile arouse you?

Let’s begin…

It is my smile that invites you.

It is the slight curve of my sensuous mouth, almost sweet and unassuming at first. It is the way it drifts up to my eyes, delicately slowly their corners, betraying my intensifying desire. It is the way it both illuminates and clouds my face as my gaze travels approvingly the length of your strong, lean body, as it finally recognizes the hunger of your own need.

It is my smile, Sir. The Smile you love.

And then slowly, just as softly, it is the parting of my thighs, the gleam of the sheer nylon under the violence of fluorescence, the heat and the wetness and the pungency of the lust you can sense even now dripping from my sex as you sit quietly on the opposite side of the boardroom, your cock thickening and hardening and leaking, out of sight and underneath the oversized mahogany table, at the vision of your fingers shredding with practiced ease the damp gusset of the pantyhose in preparation of your violation.

Yes, it is my smile that you meet once more as the temptress in me taunts you over my shoulder, my buttocks grinding into your shaft, silently challenging you to take me then and there on every surface of the now emptied office. It is my wanton smile that you kiss roughly off my lips once you turn my slight frame to face you, as you push up the trailing hem of my skirt to place your cock between the cunt lips pouting with lascivious greed through the ragged opening, before plunging yourself selfishly into your clutching velvet depths in one slick, throbbing, measured stroke.

Yes. It is my smile, the one now completely overtaken by the ecstasy etched on my face, the pink, lustrous mouth grasping for your name and for breath, the fine hands clawing at the brick wall as you fuck me with hard and decisive thrusts from behind, as possesses my tight little cunt for the third time that night, meters from the bustling crowd in the shadows of the city alleyway.