Lisa's Winter Temptation Part 1: An Erotic Reverse Harem Mountain Men Fantasy

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of Martin. He has obviously wanted her, and she has been waiting two years for him to make a move. But tonight she was going to make damn sure she would have him, and have him hard. For all his gentle good looks, his baby blue eyes, is clean shaving jawline. She was determined to transform him into the animalistic beasts she desired. And then, in the middle of nowhere, her car breaks down, leaving her lost and cold, so cold, her plans of a lust filled night all but destroyed

in the snow. But is there a savior out there, a place for refuge?

You know, if you've listened to my experienced eroticus, that I have a I have a thing for playing with innocence, particularly with fairy tales, so you might you might just recognize a little fairy tale here. You know, this podcast is best enjoyed life laying on your bed and just put those ear PUDs in, loose in your clothes and close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my

voice moving over and inside you. When you're ready to surrender, just go ahead and take a nice deep breath, holding it for a moment, and release it with a sigh, letting go of all that tension, all that stress. For the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction, your time to explore your inner passions, as you listen to my voice and immerse yourself in the story. Lisa turned the key in the

ignition again. The now familiar sound of the engine failing to start echoed through the car. Fuck, she mumbled, glaring at the snow falling heavily on the windscreen. Her legs were already numb, Her initial optimism of still making the ball was fading with every new snowflake. The sun had dropped below the horizon over an hour ago, taking with it the last remnants of warmth in the car. She

was not dressed for this. She was dressed to be wined and dined and to seduce some fuck Martin for once and for all, not stuck in the ass end of nowhere, up to her tits in snow, holding her breath. As she turned the cake again, the battery strained to kick stout the car, and then fell into a deafening silence. Cursing with a profanity that would shock her mother, Lisa prounded the steering whell Why the fuck did this always have to happen to her, her first decent night out

in years, and it was already screwed? I wonder she was fucking single? The universe just hated her. After ten minutes of mindless screaming, her voice now hoarse, she calmed down, deciding that maybe was now the time to be sensible about her situation. She could stay in the car with no hating. Out of the corner of her eyes, she cooled to a glimpse of her cellphone, sat on the passenger seat. Picking it up, she glared at the screen.

He cruelly reminded her she was in the back end of nowhere and there was no cell phone signal, so she could stay in the car and freeze to death or go out in the snow and freeze to death. Great choice. A memory stabbed in her mind. There had been a building a little way back, maybe a quarter of a mile or so. It hadn't been lit up or anything, but maybe they had a fire, food, perhaps a telephone. The temperature in the car dropped a few degrees,

as if to confirm her rather limited options. Hesitating, Lisa could not be sure if it was a cult making her shiver, or the fear of having to walk out in the snow in jeans and a sweater. It was one thing, but she was dressed in a ball gown in hills hardly closed to protect her from the harsh winter weather. From what she could remember, the cabin had been only a quarter of a mile back, maybe a fifteen minute walk in the heavy snow at a push. The prospect of a fire and food was very tempting.

Another five minutes of debate with herself as she made her mind up. If she stayed in the car, she would definitely die, a beautiful corpse, well dressed, admittedly a corpse. Nonetheless, at least going to the cabin she had a chance of survival. Jee's people walked to the north pole. She was hardly going to die in a fifteen minute walk through a few inches of snow to a cabin. Pushing the car door open, she thrust herself into the snowstorm,

determined not to change her mind. It only took a few minutes to realize why people didn't walk to the north Pole in open toad stilettos, and a few more to realize that a ball gown offered absolutely no protection against the winter wind. Parts of her body progressed from cold, threw frozen to numb, and then burning with a cold fire. The lingery she had chosen to wear beneath the ball gown.

Whilst sexy as hell and admittedly perfect for seducing, Martin was certainly not thermal, and every inch of her skin was ravaged by the vicious bite of winter. Stumbling footful to footful, she lunged up the road. It probably looked quite pretty in the summer, she thought, briefly, imagining the array of flowers that might decorate her journey. Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind of the maddening thoughts

of Plater. Was she going insane? Was this some form of temporary madness brought on by the cold of the storm. After what seemed like an eternity, her hands fell heavily against the wood of the cabin door. Struggling, she managed to find the handle and push it open with a creaky groan, announcing her entrance, hardly the fanfare she had imagined turning up to at the ball this evening. Slamming

the door behind her, she leant back on it, panting heavily. Slowly, her eyes became accustomed to the dim light in the cabin. It was larger than she thought, and relatively tidy well. The mess seemed to be well organized at least a large fireplace dominated one more. Its stone hearth looked surprisingly inviting. Oh anyone home, Lisa called out uncertainly. She listened intently, but all she could hear was the deafening sound of

the storm raging outside. Unsure whether or not she was glad for the apparent lack of response, she pulled some kindling from the fireside and tried to lay a fire. Damn it, she had been a girl's scout, albeit briefly. Of course, she could get a fire going, and right now that was what she wanted more than anything in the world, to feel some warmth. After several attempts, the smallest of flames flickered amongst the kindling, Slowly placing logs

on the infant fire, the flames grew. Relief failed Lisa's body as a heat embraced her, and distantly she remembered something about hypothermia and the danger of wet clothes. Undressing hurriedly, she hung her dress from a nail in the beams above her head. As the fire gently grew, casting its light around the empty cabin, Lisa noticed a table in the corner of the room. Three stone bowls obtained the table presumably the produce of whoever occupied the cabin normally.

Maybe they would return in the morning once a storm had passed, and they could help her get home, she thought. Or maybe they were mechanics and they could fix her car. Optimism started to invade her mind once again. Looking into the bowls, the remains of the breakfast were still there. Porridge not exactly Lisa's first choice, and it had become solid through the cold of the day. Lifting the fur, she carried it to the fire. It was a stone bole right, it would heat up on the fire at

least enough so it was at least edible. Placing it on the stone hearth next to the flames, Lisa watched it intently until whispers of steam arose from the porridge and the solidified masked turnto a more appealing slop. Tasting it quickly, Lisa spat it back into the bowl. Geez, had this person never heard of the health damaged salt could do? Apparently not, as the abrasive taste savaged her tongue.

Taking the second bowl, she placed it on the hearth, impatiently waiting for it to steam, Hoping, like how these people didn't all over salt their breakfast. When the steam did eventually rise, Lisa took a taste and spitting it back out again automatically. When on earth did Banana's figure with porridge? Okay, Lisa was allergic to them, but they would have never tasted good in porridge anyway. Who the

heck worthy strange people. Taking the third bowl, she placed it on the hearth and circled the room, impatiently, wondering what awful thing this person had added to their porridge to make it inedible to Lisa. Lisa couldn't imagine porridge being much worse than it naturally was, but these people seemed to have made an art form of creating something far more disgusting. As the steam rose from the ball,

Lisa chanced the smallest taste. The small glow of whiskey burned at the back of her throat, sending a warm tingle through a body. Lisa smiled wildly as she ate from the bowl. Desperately, this one is perfect, she whispered, feeling at least less hungry and perhaps a little tipsy. She ventured further into the cabin, a kitchen and a bathroom, well, a very small bathroom was secreted in the back end

of the wooden building. A wooden staircase led up from the lower floor, and the whole upper floor was given over to a single bedroom well, a room with three mattresses laying on the floor. Of course, there was three. There were three balls, there would be three mattresses. Pressing the first mattress with her feet, straw dropped chaotically out of the sides. Lisa jumped back, expecting a rat to appear.

The second mattress was little more than a wooden bench, obviously the choice of someone who thought sleep should be some sort of masochistic endeavor. The third was at least a passable mattress. It felt soft and luxurious under her feet compared to the others. Pressing it again, suddenly Lisa felt tired. Maybe it was a stress of the evening, or perhaps a whiskey laden porridge, but for some reason, Lisa felt an undeniable urge to lay down on the mattress.

Pulling a thick fleece over her, she lay on the mattress, staring at the ceiling, letting her mind wander aimlessly to the party going on right now, imagining what might be happening picturing Martin there, looking handsome in his evening suit, his baby blue eyes, and dressing her gently. No doubt he would be dancing with that bitch Diane. Now, God, this was going to be there night. She had even

bore this damn lingerie for him. Two years of flatation and dripping sexual tension had taken Lisa to the brink of sexual madness. Her body warmed with essensial glow as she imagined dancing with him, looking into his eyes and feeling his cock pressing tightly against her, pushing her fingers beneath the waistband of her silk panties. The heat burning between her thighs was undeniable. Just the thought of having

Martin against her turned her un like that. Feeling his fingers caressing her thighs sent a warm chill her body. The anticipation of his expiration as he neared her swollen pussy forced her to moan gently. She could feel him now, their legs entwined as his hips pressed between her thighs, immersed in his gaze as he watched her, the tip of his cop teasing at her lips, his need as powerful and as intoxicating as her own. Just to see that pleasure in his eyes as he pressed inside her,

so deep, so hard. He might be gentle in the office, but she would make damn sure he fucked her like an animal. Once she had him in bed. Lisa's fingers parted at her lips, pressing her fingers inside her cow clutching along those fingers as they explored the walls of her pussy, caressing it fully, rubbing her click with a thumb. Her fingers rocked inside, thrusting eagerly, the fleece falling from her body as her back arched in pleasure, the cold

air stimulating her senses beyond recognition. Lisa could feel the familiar wave of her orgasm pummeling her body, Pressing her feet into the mattress. She lifted her hips to meet Martin's thrust, to force him deeper. She didn't want to come yet. No, no, not yet, not until he was ready and she could feel his warm com fill her need.

Opening her eyes, the dark eyes of a stranger stared at her intensely, Not the baby blue eyes of Martin, but dark brown and the molistic eyes, a burned with lust, her face covered with a furious beard, a chest scarred and tattooed, and so broad it overshadowed Lisa. Strong muscular arms held his body above her. She should be scared, she knew she should. But there was something so damn

rugged about this man, something so primeval. His body was obviously naked, his hand stroking hard along his exposed direction, moving along every damn inch with a hypnotic motion. Lisa's eyes watered at the sight of his large cock, so swollen, so throbbing, so enticing. Don't stop, he growled. Another desire evaded Lisa's thoughts, something so alien to her. She should be shocked. This wasn't the man of the office who sat behind a desk all day. This was a man

who lived by his instincts. He killed every damn day. Something about his press since was just so powerful it assaulted every thought lea saad. He grabbed her thighs and pulled it down the mattress until his cock pressed aggressively into a pussy, stretching her lips to the point of pain. Every thrust of his swollen cock rubbed at her throbbing

clt fuck. Lisa could feel him pressing it into every inch of her, Her pussy clutched without remorse along his shaft as he filled her completely, Grabbing her wrissy, pinned her hands down, His lips secured on her nipples, biting them hard, his beard tingling over her naked chest. The burning sensation of electricity vibrated through her body. Her thoughts swirled, lost in the midst of confusion as pleasure flooded her body.

Her mind gazed as he continued to fuck her roughly, with unrelenting thrusts of his large cock, lifting her hip. She bucked against him, forcing him deeper. Then there was a moment when the world stopped and her mind emptied of everything but pleasure. The warm stream of his cum

filled her completely. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa raised her pussy hard against him, forcing his orgasm harder inside her, her pussy clutching frantically as her pleasure exploded, her scream of delight drowning at the storm as she collapsed back onto the mattress. For the longest moment, sensibility evaded her, every thought consumed of the pleasure that relentlessly moved up and down her body. What the fuck just happened?

She thought? As the glimmer of sensibility returned, not wanting to open her eyes. She could feel a still pulsing cock inside her pussy. She could feel the caress of seamen as it teased along the crack of her ass. This can't be a fantasy, surely, she thought, this cannot be a daydream. As she opened her eyes, slowly, burning brown eyes watched her with the sensitivity she wasn't expecting. His fingers slid between hers as he thrust his still throbbing cock in and out of her pussy slowly, the

last drops of his cum warming her completely. In the dim light of the room, she could make out his face. It was handsome in a mountain manned kind of way. But perhaps more frightening than the man who had just funked her now like an animal was the sight of the other Two men stood in the shad, both naked, their muscular torsos glimmered in the scant light. Their cocks were obviously hard and most definitely erect as they stared

down at Lisa. Oh fuck, she whispered, her pussy trembling with pleasure at the very side of their lust filled bodies. So part one of our little winter story. I hope you enjoy it, so until next week we can get wild in bed all over again. This is devil and wild and always with your pleasure in mind, wishing you solacious dreams as you have enjoyed tonight's story. Take one moment right now and download the Central Awakening zapp to ensure your ongoing pleasure free from the risk of censorship

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