Aural Seduction: An Erotic Fans Fantasy

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go with a sigh. For the next thirteen minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, Your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, Your time and to experience your inner passions as you listen to my voice, I feel the story caressing your body as you enjoy tonight's show. The studio lay dark, and as usual, I was alone here at this time of night. Music resonated from the speakers. Apparently it was there to motivate me, to get me into character. But I didn't

need that to motivate me. Just a thought of all the people that would be waiting right now to listen to my next story. That was my motivation. The money, the fame, the fancy cast, you could keep it all. None of it meant a thing without their adoration, without their pleasure. They made me, every single listener, whether they realized it or not, they did. Their pleasure created the man I have become. But one made it special, and she definitely knew it. Of course, what we had, well,

it had to remain secret. We could know, but for so many reasons, only a few others could know of us. Standing from my seat, the familiar irritation of the anticipation of a performance, of being ready but having no audience, washes over me. It doesn't matter how much I will the sweep arm of the studio clock to move faster. It just doesn't. It damn well, doesn't even tick. That

at least would be something it would mark time passing. Instead, the arm just moves in a silent, graceful arc, minutes fading one by one under the relentless sweep of the clock arm. In just a few moments, my silent audience would be with me againhundreds of thousands of muteers, expecting entertainment, expecting pleasure, expecting to be taken somewhere else. Of course, they would all lose themselves in the moment. They would all indulge their fantasies over the next thirty minutes or so.

Already I was aware that many imagine what it might be like to be in the studio, to immerse ourselves in the carnal knowledge of our bodies, while the audience listened on, unaware of the salacious intimacy that was happening just a microphone away. My impatience growing, my normal release her had been out of reach today, Apparently too busy. They always left me agitated when we didn't have time

to share our darkest pleasures before a show. Tapping on the recording booth window, of course, no one would respond. No one was in there. It was empty and deathly silent, but no one else here. I would have to start the audio running on the console out here and then enter the booth before I went live. I rarely considered, yet very practical custom of your recording artist is to

minimize their clothing. Most of the sound treatments in the booth were material, and with the clothing I wore, there would be the constant brushing sound as the materials caressed each other during my performance. So, as with many voice artists, the easy solution to minimizing your clothing noise was to minimize your clothing. I thought that, no doubt, intensified the remote fantasies of so many listeners. With only a few minutes left, I took a small swig of water and

removed as many items of clothing as possible. The temperature in the room dropped as I switched the heating off, avoiding any noise to create it by that, taking my accustomed place, just stood before my old microphone, the air in the booth so dry and humorless. My eyes closed as I moistened my lips with my tongue, losing myself in those last precious moments of the solitude of the recording booth. In just a few moments, I would press the button that would open up the world to me

once again. The avalanche of their collective desires were cascade through my microphone and inspire another night of pleasure. The rhythm of my mind echoed loudly as I let it wander in the shadows outside the booth. There was a movement, I'm sure of it. Cursing myself for switching the lights off. I could barely make the movement out let alone. Who it was? The soul glimmer from the recording console showed there was some one out there, someone on the swivel chair,

watching me. With only moments before I was due to go live, an impossible choice presented itself. Do I continue and let them watch me, taking them to task after tonight's show, or stop the show to deal with this first. As curious as unnerved as I might be, I was still a consummate professional at heart, and as they say, the show must go on. The green light flashed before me, marking my last moments before the world would hear me marking my last moments, or the world would hear me

and this unknown stranger tango before them, unannounced, unseen. A dim lamp flickered to life outside the recording booth as the light in front of me faded. The world was now listening and whatever sound I made would be heard by millions. Focusing my attention on the microphone just inches from my lips gloom that surrounded the desk outside, I could see the barely lit edge of a leg. Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed the cuff sliding up and down the other leg. Something so deliberate

and sensual about that movement captivated my lust. As try as I might to focus on the words that should be coming out of my mouth, that image of those sensuous curves of the calves just fired something in my body. An ache was already beginning to grow inside my pants, A very definite, intense ache that throbbed would need, an unreleased passion that called to every carnal need in my body. Fuck, there was something about this, something that burned through me.

I was so used to being in control, in charge, but this seduction, on the very edge of awareness was something else. It seduced my imagination, my mind, my body. The legs moved into the shadows once more. The light flickered again over those gen took curves. The light reflected wasn't that of naked skin, but the hint of lingerie, a stocking leg. As my thoughts exhilarated, solely occupied with

that leg, that lingerie. Damn, I could hear the gentle caress of silk of the legs kissing each other as they slid up and down, The subtle seductive sound of silk on silk, so quiet, so gentle, Yet every sound filled my mind, shutting out anything else. As my mind watched the show unfold outside the booth, my lips seemed to falter on the words, trying desperately to escape my mouth, trying to wrestle control of the moment back from impending lust.

A single, lone finger traced up the inside of those thighs, gently caressing the lace of the stalking tops. There was a moan, I'm sure of it. Even within the noiseless confines at the booth, I could hear it. More importantly, my cock felt it as clearly as if it was vibrating along every edge of my erect muscle. Fuck. I was throbbing in my pants, barely controlled moans of desire

throbbed along my tongue. This was ridiculous. Somewhere in the gloom, a lonesome finger, that sole digit, moved her panties to one side and teased at her folds. Knowing how white she was and how turned on that made me, she didn't expose her pussy. She just knew my mind could feel every sensation as she teased her fingertip over her lips. She knew my cock twitched with every damn movement, as if her finger tip was lazily caressing around the tip of my cock, as if she was taking me right

to the point of aching frustration. And then, somewhere under the beautiful veil of her panties, she stroked over her clip. Her body trembled with desire, moaning gently, her fingers explored deeper. I could only see the movement of her fingers under her panties. I could only watch with bated desire as the movement of her knuckle underneath that lace drew so much sexual tension from within me. Somewhere in the darkness

there was another moan, feminine and passionate. There spoke of desires unsatisfied, of a woman with deep needs, a moan that spoke to every lustful thought I have ever had. God, it spoke directly to my cock, making me tense. And then, for some reason, my pelvis thrust it gently into the air. For facts they come meant to be working. I closed my eyes, trying desperately to regain some control. I take

another drink of water. I start to speak again when I felt something, someone, some sort of presence enter the room. But that's impossible. The door is locked from the inside. I didn't hear it, I just felt it, or maybe it was always there. I momentarily glanced at the stall outside the booth. It was empty, the light now dimmed. I continued on with the narration and felt a featherlight touch across my shoulder blades. Or did I It was so light, so delicate, so feminine. There it was again,

across the opposite way. There was no denying it any longer. The presence was real, or at least felt right here in the moment. If no, she she was really here. Her fragrance, both natural, feminine and perfume, filled the recording booth. The sound of a breath so gentle, perhaps a gasp of a woman caressed in just the perfect echoed around the small space. What was she doing here? She usually worked late, lost in her projects, with no idea what

time or day it was. Her ambition matched mine, something I did not ever think was possible. For her to be here right now at this moment would mean she had planned to be here. Her touch stopped. Momentarily, I looked up from my script to see if she moved, but there was nothing, nothing there. I continued on with the story, focusing on my notes as her touch returned and long now started a very slow trace up and down my back, so lightly gently, her fingers lingered over

my muscles. Eventually, her nails traced up and down with more force this time, and delved into my shoulders, grabbing them, rubbing them, massaging away the tension. She hid all those tense spots that I kept hidden away. She always knew what I needed. Somewhere. We were in tune, on another plane, another energetic level. I continued reading, my voice growing even more sensual as she rubbed at my muscles. As she rubbed at my aches. This experience I needed every week.

It was so indulging to pleasure my listeners. As I was being pleasured, she reached both of her arms down, dipping her hands down my chest, her breasts resting on the back of my head, her nails started to bite into my flesh, ever so lightly. Reaching down my chest again, she found my nipples, circling them, dragging her nails gently toward them, without pinching, just so gentle poetry dropped from her finger tips. It was a treat to have her be so tender up and back to my shoulders up

and over them. She dragged her nails harder down my back, making me arch my spine and groan the words out into the mike. Up my back again, gentler this time, and down my chest. Her hands were spread out on my chest, hot breath on my neck. She did not say a word as she gently nipped at my earlobe, her lips giving me featherlike kisses along the side of my neck, her breast pressing into my back as she continued to spread delicate kisses up and down my spine

so slowly. She was melting me with this delicate affection, and all I could do was focus on the words I was trying to read, trying to think of my fans, eagerly listening to every word. She knew this was important to me, but I did not want her to stop continuing. She gently kissed my neck up and down one side and over to the other, her hair teasing at my shoulder, completely submerging me, stealing any sanity I had left. Her. Beautiful, irresistible,

feminine fragrance was in the air. I knew she wanted me as I did her. My rerection grew as she scraped her teeth over my shoulder, gently biting into my flesh. She was taking her time to seduce me. As she kept biting on the top of my shoulder, up towards my neck, up one side and over to the other, her kisses grew hungrier, more lustful, just for me. She licked, kissed, and bit my neck and shoulders. She dragged her nails up and down my chest, a shudder round through me again.

She pinched my nipples and bit hard into my neck. At the same time, I continued to feel my erection growing harder and harder, focusing on the script, becoming torturous, trying hard not to cut tonight's episode short and take her right then and there, punishing her for being so naughty in the sounding booth. The idea of tying her up, spanking her, making a scream at me for driving her toward the edge of an orgasm, and then denying her

pleasure had me stumbling over my words. She would pay for this later, but she knew that that is what she wanted, what she always wanted, a man who had enough self control to be in control of her pleasure, just like she was in control of mine. Right now, as I helplessly tried to keep my cool. She suddenly stopped.

I could not look around. I had to keep reading, but I had a moment to breathe, a second to regain my sanity before she completely pushed me over the edge and made a mess of this episode for the night. She knew it too, She knew that I was at my limit. Then I felt it, felt her again. This time she was not behind me, but in front of me on her knees. Oh god, I was in a

delicious amount of trouble now. She began by running her fingertips ever so gently, so delicate, up my legs, from my ankles at my shins, along my knees and half way up my thighs. Was she really going to do that? Right here, right now, with thousands of people listening. She did not stop. She was such a bad girl. I reveled in it in her in this experience. Her beautiful fingers traced patterns up and down my thighs, teasing me over and over again until I could barely stand it anymore.

I read down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling it tightly. She got the message and started rubbing my cock through the fabric of my pants. I took a breath as she unbuckled my pants. I raised myself up and let her push them to the floor. I could have stopped her, but I didn't want to. I reached down again with one hand, held her chin and stroked her lips, taking my thumb into her mouth. She gently bit on the end of it, swirling her tongue

around it, and sucking it entirely into her mouth. My listeners would love to hear this story. A podcast about sex while the narrator, while the narrator was getting pleasured would be such a good story. She knew that too, She just knew how to stir it up. Releasing my thumb and pushing my hand onto my hip, she changed focus to my beautiful thick cock. It was free and

fervently waiting. I began to revel and with it under her delicate touch as she gently moved one fingertip as one fingertip traced up and down my entire length, over and over again, until I wanted to slam my cock into her beautiful mouth, but I couldn't. My hands were gripping the sides of the desk. Suddenly wrapping her hand around my gerth. She began kissing and licking the very

tip of me. My cock throbbed and pre come dripped out as she continued to lick just as sensitive opening over and over again, and endless conflict continued within me. She was taking the control I usually had and leaving me helpless at her mercy. Her lips came up and around me, taking the whole tip of my cock in her mouth as she suck the most sensitive part of me, driving me absolutely wild. I felt as though I could no longer breathe as she continued her ever lasting as

salt on the tip of my cock. Just when I thought I could not say another word and my vision went blurry, she stopped again, letting me regain something of my composure. As I was able to breathe again and refocus on those words on the script. For an instant, I thought I was safe, but she had other plans for me. The biting pain that can only be brought on by something frozen stunned me and made me choke

my words. She had just touched the tip of my cock with it just long enough to make me completely stumble. As the cold was replaced with her mouth feverishly sucking on my tip again. I reached down and growbed the fistful of her hair, trying to gain some sort of reality. Again, I felt her grin around the tip of my cock and let it bounce out of her mouth. The shield sensation was back again, this time tracing designs ever so

slowly up and down and all around my cock. I gripped her hair tighter, pulling it it, but it did nothing to stop or slow her down. Whatever the frigid thing was that she was torturously dragging all over My cock was melting and dripping down my length and onto my balls. The cool run off got hotter as it slid intently down my cock. The tenacious ache replaced with her hot, eager tongue as it clicked at me hungrily,

up and down, swirling around me. She had not even put me in her mouth, and I was ready to come. Surprising me again, she sucked my whole cock straight into her mouth, swallowing me whole. God. Now I really couldn't see the words on my script as she kept sucking at me, swallowing me, choking on me. As she took me in and out of her mouth, she moved her hands up and untwined my hand out of her hair. She could move more freely over and around me. Her

tongue swirled over the tip of me. As my hand reached down to her neck, I pressed gently as she took me back deeply into her mouth. She choked on my cock as I pressed on her throat. When I felt her tears dripping down her cheeks and onto my hands, I released her neck. She took me again out of her throat and sucked at the tiff of me again, throwing me off balance again with a fresh sensation of tingles.

As her teeth began biting down on the side of my cock, I was completely losing any sort of comprehension the whole environment, the energy of my sound, both the story I was reading, the smell of her filling my head. I was not going to last very much longer. It did not end there. She was licking and sucking and biting down the side of my cock. She gripped the base of it tightly with her hand and moved up and down with gentle bites, sucking at the side of it,

licking her way around my girth. One hand began stroking me with featherlike caresses up and down my shaft while she dropped down further, gingerly licking at my balls. The liquid from the earlier onslaughts still dripped down them as she licked at the pattern of the run off. Her light caresses turned firmer as she stroked me with more force, her other hand cupping at my balls, her tongue exploring them, sucking each one gently, biting and nibbling as if it

were deliciously juicy, ripe fruit. I needed to finish this episode. I could not keep this up. I was going to come right into the microphone for all my listeners to hear. I was helplessly trying to read and make a coherent sense of what these squiggles on the page said, totally lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure she relentlessly was prolonging for me. The story was coming to a close.

The current was so close to coming, as was I wandering desperately to kiss her, to feel her, to take her to as much ecstasy as she was taking me to, taking me to another dimension. I was on fire with need, a deep hunger raged inside me. Her touch was electric as she ran her hand up and down my length, shifting again as she raised herself up, and I reached down to entwine my hand in her hair, kneading connection,

stroking at her, pulling at her, desperate for release. Her lips kissed my tip delicately, over and over again as she brought another level of intimacy into our interaction, the passion never fading as she loved me into oblivion. When her lips opened and took me inside her again, I fell in entirely. She saked my orgasm out of me. Stars exploded behind my eyes like a soup and ova, expanding and contrasting. Under her spell, undeniable passion erupts out

of me and into her restrey, engulfing my pleasure. She absorbs me and overworks my swollen length until it was exhausted, as if it had never been one. It was an interplanetary experience where timestones crossed and blended, Time mashed into a jumbled mess of nerves. As I growled out my orgasm into her mouth, my knuckles were white on the desk as I gripped it harder. God, I was going to break in it in half, like some sort of ravenous caveman. I took a deep breath and tried to

figure out what to say to my audience. My head slowly cleared as I regained composure and said the final parting notes and goodbye until next week to all my listeners. As I ended the podcast, another episode finished for the week. I looked around the recording booth. It was empty, The room was empty. The studio outside was empty except for the remnants of a single chocolate covered strawberry with a bite taking out of it. But she was nowhere to

be seen. Maybe I had dreamt it. Maybe she was never been here, the ghost of a woman I longed for. But a fragrance lingered in the air, and as I looked down at myself, I saw the remains of smudged lipstick on my shaft. So I hope you enjoyed their little fantasy, very close to having that one where where they get these ideas from. So next week we have another story. I look forward to next week when I can get you back into bed again and we can

get wild all over again. So until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil in Wild, wishing you salacious dreams, the same that a stay a.