This story was originally recorded for the Wild and Bad, the Rotic Stories podcast. So why not come mm hmmm and join me on Wild and Bed and you can enjoy all my latest filthiest stories just there at the tip of your finger. So I look forward to seeing you on Wild and Bed. You know you can just follow the link in this show's notes, and you know we can be getting Wild in Bed so very soon on this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild in Bed, part two of our listener's fantasy and m m F
threesome with a Difference. So Lauren has seen her unknown desire, discovered her passion was secret from her as well, and now she is trapped cornered by her own lust. But what now? As she has stalked through the chapel where these two hungry men. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, looking good fantasies. So back on with part two. So where do we go? Well, I hope I've done
this fantasy justice now I do. Hope you're laying on your bed, you got those here buds in m I hope you'll clothes are m M. Loosened or rather naked, if you'd prefer closing your eyes. If you listen to my voice, that's it. Just surrender to pleasure as you feel my voice caressing over your body. Mm. When you're ready to submit fully, just go ahead and take a
nice deep breath and hold it for a moment. Let it go with the sigh, just letting go of any tension, any stress you have decided for the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. Hmm.
This is your time, Your time to let go, your time for sensual satisfaction, your time to explore your inner passions. As you listen to my voice and feel yourself drifting into the story, Laurence suddenly became aware of a ridiculous coping, closing her mouth and quickly looking away before he gets much closer, the heat of his breath already oppressing her senses. Oh God, why does she have to scream like that?
She thinks, as she again becomes aware of her blushing, red cheeks and perspiration flecked forehead, cursing herself for looking so disheveled. There is surprisingly little sound from his footfall as he stalks across the chapel floor. Laurence struggles not to fixate on his naked body, not on the sparkles of sweat glistening in the silvery moonlight as they drift across that naked skin, nor to fixate on the dense swarthy hair covering his jewel, around his lips and eyebrows,
prominent rich nose, furrowed brow, and deep foreboding eyes. Her eyes tried to resist dropping even lover over his solid round shoulders, his chest broad and strong, the moonlight dancing over the muscles of his stomach, his thighs tensing and releasing as he moves across the ground, Strong masculine hands covered with more dark hair up to his knuckles, tattoos
or dain his arms from wrist to shoulder. She whimperses her eyes follow his naturally hairy down to a large tuft of pubic hair above a heavy, thick penis already growing, swelling. Even after releasing every drop of his come into his partner's mouth, Beads of sweat form at her temples, and
her face flushes hotter than ever. Knees clamped together, she square them slightly on the stone seat, a rouse all soaking through her panties, hands fidgeting nervously, trying to find something to do, trying desperately not to touch herself, not again. His eyes fixated on Lauren as he nears her. With every breath, she gets a whiff of a spicy, woody, almost smoky cologne, a proper man's smell, not some Calvin Kline Unisex perfume or Lynx body spray more suited to
teenage boys. There was something so hungry about this man, something so primeval. His fingers grasp her chin with a surprisingly gentle touch. His skin, though rough, caresses Lauren's skin with a whisper of a touch, as if everything about this man was in control of himself more than anything else. His breath presses over her cheeks, accelerating the warm flush already moving through her. His eyes seemed to burn straight
into her soul. Intimidated by his very presence, Lauren tries to look away, but he is so close to her it's impossible. Something about this man already has a hold on her. Eventually, she relents and slowly raises her eyes to his. For a few long, agonizing seconds, she looks into those piercing eyes. Completely absorbed by his gaze, she can ignore her own feminine fragrance caressing down her thigh, the anticipation of what next? What does he want to her?
Will he punish her for watching him and his partner? Will you make her suffer? Without a word or a moment's hesitation, he grabs her arm and pulls her up off the stone bench. There's barely time to register what's happening before her back is pressed against a stone wall, his fingers painfully tight around her up, her arm not slacking for an instant. She can barely catch her breath as her chest is pummeled by a mixture of erotic
desire and fear. Ever since she could remember, she'd fantasized about being grabbed by a strong man for countless night. She'd lain awaken and imagine being taken by him, being used roughly and forcibly for his pleasure. Wet between her legs, glitterers, swollen and throbbing, until she could take it no more and fucked herself to an explosive orgasm while thinking about a man just like him. Now it's actually happening. Fear rather than arousal is dominant. Will he punish her? What
is he going to do with her? What will he do once he's finished? Everything inside of her is telling her to run, to get away from him, Yet she can't find the strength to open her mouth and scream for help, or try and shake free from his clutch. So she remained silent, her back against the wall, her body trembling, her thighs wet with her own slick. Suddenly
she is on her knees before him. Who knows whether he put her there or if she dropped there of her own accord, But she's there and waiting expectantly, his cock trembling just inches in front of her lips. Doubt rages for her mind. She wanted this, God knows, she had wanted this since she first got wet, but there was a difference between thinking about it and actually doing it, of being fucked with that monstrous cock that throbs so aggressively in front of her. She wasn't a virgin, but god,
she felt like one now. She'd never seen a man so arouse for her. It was as if her collection of sexual experiences were all but nothing, moments of madness with boys, and when faced with this man, face with that huge fucking cock, and watching it swell so hard in front of her. Her pussy clenched anticipation of losing her virginity all over again to this man. Every vein along his shaft pulsed with need, as if his cock had a mind of its own, an aggressive, beating life
force driving through every inch. There was something about this erection, something that truly captured every thought as Lauren knelt before it, mesmerized, captivated. She'd given oral sort of before, but only really kissing their cock, teasing them a little. This was something quite different. This was a cock that was far too much to just tease. If you took this cock in your mouth,
you have to want it to fuck you. She wanted to taste him, to feel him throbbing in her throat, to feel his moan along his cock, his animalistic lust as he made her take his cock fully into her mouth and torment it with her tongue. She's seen it plenty of times before on internet videos, even practiced on her hair brush handle. Different when it's an actual man. For one thing, he's considerably bigger. What if she doesn't do it right? What will he think? How will he react?
What if she wasn't actually any good. Now she had a chance with a man like this. She had watched his partner sucking his cock. Maybe she should replicate that. Without thinking, Lauren leaned in closer and kissed his shaft. The taste hot and musty, the very presence of it more powerful than she had planned. What was she thinking?
She was a mere girl compared to this man and a cock that beautiful must have been such so many times by men and women who knew exactly what they were doing, not some girl trying to live out her fantasy. In security filling her mind, she pulled back, opening her lips to apologize. Her thoughts didn't have long to occupy her head. As a tip of his cock pressed between her lips, there was no time to consider it, to think or dwell over it, to weigh up her options.
His fingers pressed through her hair as he forced her face onto his heavy prick. She had no choice but to part her lips and accept him fully into her mouth.
There is no time to think about technique or all the stories she had read, all the videos watched, and what a woman could do with her mouth is his cock thrust deeper into her throat, filling her mouth completely, owning every inch of her tongue, rubbing her breath as he fucked into her mouth, realizing how swollen he was for her, how hard his cock tremble, how turned on
he was just for her. Suddenly, a wash of power spiraled through Lauren's body as she felt him trembling, throbbing at her touch her and explored under his balls, massaging the ring of his ass, before pushing a finger inside and taunting him further. Her own pussy so swollen, aching to be touched, to feel a man's cock deep inside her, not a boy, but a man who knew what he wanted.
And as he continued to pummel his cock deep into her throat, Lawren's free hand reached between her own thighs and tormented her already swollen pussy, massaging it roughly with her fingertips as he continued to thrust into her mouth, her finger pushing deeper and deeper into his ass, every movement of her fingers causing another throbbing through his cock. There was something so arousing about turning a man on this much, something so powerful about knowing that his cock
was so hard because of her to know. He wanted her so badly he could barely control himself. No need to worry about if she was doing it right, no decisions to make about what they should do, how they should fuck. He would fuck her deep and hard, making her his own, ruining her for any man as he satisfied his darkest desires. Suddenly he raised her by her hair, letting his cock drop from her mouth, before staring deep into her eyes. You want my cock, don't you? I
can smell it on you, he whispered darkly. Fixated by his gaze, Loren could only not lowering her hand and grasping his shaft firmly. Without a word, he pressed her back against the altar, the cold stone, forcing her back to arch. Lifting her legs, she exposed her wet pussy, dripping with lust, to be filled by his cock. Positioning her carefully, her head dropped over the edge of the altar, a short rush of blood giving her a temporary high as she watched the moonlight dancing in the chapel from
an upside down position. Suddenly, he grasped her ankles and pulled her against him, his cock hard and swollen as it pressed between her lips, so wide it stretched her to the point of pain, a maid her wonder how she might walk again as he continued to thrust deep inside the tip of his cock, violently invading every inch of the walls of her pussy, her breast stolen once again, her body trembling as she gasped for air, consumed by the wildfire moving through every cell as he funcked her
hard and animalistically, making her his own, closing her eyes to intensify the sensations already aching within her body, the growing orgasm that perpetuated deep inside. Suddenly, her wrists were grasped and pulled tight across the altar as the other man's cock found his way between her lips, thrusting deep into her throat, made easier by the position of her head. His own body bent over her breasts, biting her nipples roughly as he fucked into her mouth, intensifying the sensations
already consuming every inch of her body. The smell of him occupied her senses as his cock pressed deeper into her throat, both men filling her in perfect unison, thrust after thrust, igniting every nerve in her body to be taken and used and filled with their cocks to know they desire her so much that ignite her passion to
be lusted after and wanted. As her body began to tremble, her orgasm already growing, feeling them tensing, both men together, their cocks tightening, throbbing harder as their need to come rose a spasm, feeling Loren's body as her cow clutched along his cock, massaging it roughly and forcing it to a rut, the hot stream of his cum coating the inside of her pussy, filling her completely with the delicious sense of his cream, igniting her orgasm.
Further. Struggling to breathe with the cock filling her throat, Lurn could only moan her pleasure, a sound that vibrated along his shaft. Feeling him tense, thrusting harder, Loren closed her lips tightly and bit gently along his shaft, smiling inwardly as the sensation of his com traced down her throat. The two men spent their bodies trembling, unable to do anything. They lay along Lauren's naked body, their cocks still pulsing gently inside her, the after glow of pleasure moving between them.
There wasn't a question of satisfaction when you know you are wanted this much. The three of them entwined, the two men adoring Lauren's body with fingertips and kisses and the vicious caress of a beard that sparkled her nurse to life, immersing themselves in the after glow of warm satisfaction. Lauren's body tingled with the thought of that gentle pleasure as she closed her eyes and wondered what next, and felt that whisper right there in our ear. Don't you
go to sleep? Not yet. We haven't finished with you. So I hope you enjoyed Part two? Mmm? So got part three next week? Yes, I will end. I have no idea. I have no idea. I am. I just go by the fantasy. So if you have a request that you'd like to hear on the story, then just email me. Email me devilin at wildinbed dot com. Say this is what I'd like to happen. We could do that, can't we? We could do like interactive storage. You could say, I want this to happen. I want that. Oh, pick
an outcome, pick an outcome? What sort of happy ending do you want? What do you think? So until next week, when we can get wild in bed all over again. This is devilin mild and always with your pleasure in mind. Wishing you salacious dreams. B.