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my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release that in a woman as you listen to my voice and fill the story moving through your body as you enjoy Part two a rodeo Queen Sophie clings to marks his arm as she stares out over the rodeo ring, watching riders and horses dance in their violent ballet. She grips his arm a little tighter, wincing at every rider that
lands heavily in the sand. Turning to look at him, she whispers, isn't there another way we can make a living? This looks it's too fucking dangerous. Marcus.
It's all right, sweetheart, I bounce well, he says, gently, smiling, Punching him on his arm as heavily as she can. She scowls. That does not help. He leans down, kissing her on the forehead. Honestly, sweetheart, I'll be fine. This isn't my first rodeo, you know, he says, running his fingers through her hair and pulling her head against his strong chest. So where's Drew, she asks, trying to take her mind from the carnage happening just feet away. Oh,
he'll be up shortly. They've got steer wrestling and tie down roping before they get to the saddle broncos it'll be an hour or so before he shows up. Let's get away from the ring for a moment, Marcus, it's stressing me more than a letter, she whimpers. Of course, little lady, he says, dipping his steps in an exaggerated manner, grinning widely. My very own hunky cowboy. She smiles at him as he takes her hand, leading her from the wooden bench. The chaos of the rodeo ring becomes a
little more than confusion of sound. As they walk away, she turns to him and asks, is there anywhere private we can go, her hand drifting down to his thigh. At the moment, There'll be somewhere quieter around by the stables, he says, Leading her away from the crowds. Finding an empty stable, he pulls the door open, guiding her inside, full of nothing but haybells and alone saddled languishing over a bell. This is a small event, so they don't use these stables. They just store the kit in them.
That's the way elsewhere, he says, watching her. Well, if my hunk of a cowboy is going to risk life and limb to pay the bills, I want to make sure he knows just how much I appreciate him, she whispers, kissing him on his lips as her fingers trace up his Dunham clad thigh. I'm going to have to take a rain check on that, sweetheart and all sex before the rodeo. I need my mind focused, he says sternly, trying to remain resolute. Crestfall and Sophie turns away, resisting
the urge to pout. She walks slowly over to the saddle, tracing her fingers over the styled leather. She says, you know, I've never seen an actual saddle up close, and it's very artistic, all the stitching and embossing, her fingers moving to the front of the saddle, caressing the protrusion of firm leather. She turns and smiles at Marcus before asking coyly, and what's they speak called? Holding his gaze. That's a horn, he says, as evenly as he can manage, as her
hand slides up and down the solid leather. Well, I think that's rather appropriate, she giggles as she strokes the
horn firmly, her eyes never leaving his. Turning, she faces the saddle, pushing her hand along its length, feeling the smooth leather caressing her palms, before leaning forward and without turning back, saying, you know, am I just have forgotten to wear my panties in her best seductive voice, knowing that her sure pleated skirt was riding high enough to give Marcus a front row view the delight that lay beneath.
Marcus clenches his hands tightly, feeling the blood drain from his fists and apparently making a direct line to his cock, which was already swelling rampantly beneath his jeans. Definitely turning on her hil and swinging one leg over the saddle, Sophie lifts herself up, the sudden kiss of the warm leather against her pussy, forcing a moan from her lips, which,
although unplanned, was perfectly timed. Well, if you won't help a girl in distress, I guess I'll have to ride this one alone, she said, her voice mocking innocence as she starts to move her hips along the leather. Despite her intended teasing, it was surprising how arousing it was to fill the embroidered leather, rubbing at her clet just say you know what's waiting for you when you come back to me, and you are coming back to me, Marcus.
Grasping the horn, Sophie pulls herself forward as her feet fine the stirrups and then pushing herself back along the leather again. Fuck, this feels better than she had ever imagined, her pace quickening, the orchasm rising uncontrollably through her body as her thighs tense hard on to the saddle. Pushing down with her feet, her clip rubs hard up the horn as her body explodes into light yasping. She turns to Marcus, trying to regain her breath as she whimpers, Wow,
we need a saddle for the house. Marcus, that was awesome. Can you help me get off? My legs feel a little wobbly right now, she asks, unsure if she can stand unaided. Marcus puts a strong arm around her, lifting her from the saddle, steadying her as her feet shakily touched the ground gently, she sits on the bell, gathering her composure, Marcus's arms still around her. Seriously, Marcus, come back safe to me. I don't want you hurt out there,
she whispers, sincerely, holding the tears in her eyes. Back stroking his thighs, she continues, let's rest here for a few minutes. That was pretty intense before we go off and find Drew. Okay, sweetheart, Marcus says, simply, his mind elsewhere. Eventually leaving the stable, they set off in search of Drew, this man so Vi has heard so much about, yet never even seen one photo of, let alone met the man.
It might have been twenty minutes or more of pushing through the crowds before Marcus says, there he is, excitedly waving his arm in the air to attract attention. Too short to see above the crowds. Sophie's anticipation is prolonged until they break through a group of cowboys to face an older man grinning at them both. It was all she could do to hold back a gasp. He's gay, she thought, what a waste. He looked, the spitting image
of Robert Redford, his eyes, his demeanor, that easy smile. Damn, if she was single, she would have had a good shot at turning him. Marcus and Drew wrapped their arms around each other, pulling each other in close. She could taste the electricity between them. Damn if she wasn't turned on just thinking about them together. After the longest moment, they release each other and Marcus turns to Sophie, saying, and this is Sophie Drew, my wife, a love of
my life. Sophie notices how he emphasized the love, probably for her benefit, she muses. Putting her hand out, she starts to say a pleasure to meet you, before his arms around her, lifting her so high off the ground that she thinks she might be sick. So you're the lady that whisked him away from the circuit. Damn, mamma, happy to meet you, Sophie, Drew bellows, before dropping her
back to the ground. Facing Marcus again, Drew says, with seriousness dripping from every word, the fuck have you been Marcus? You need to get your butt registered and ready. Joe starts in thirty minutes. Oh fuck, Marcus curses Sophie, can you find a seat? I need to get myself situated. Smiling back at him, she responds, go make us some money and remember the real prize. After watching the pair of cowboys push their way to the registration booth, she
could not help but smile. There was something about watching the pair of them together that was so much fun. Making her own way through the crowds ignoring the cursing as she elbows several men out of her way, she eventually makes it to the spectator area before grabbing a beer and finding a seat not too close to the action. The next thirty minutes seemed to drag for an eternity. Sophie focuses exclusively on the beer cup in her hand, not daring to look at what is happening in the
ring for fear of bringing all her concerns back to life. Eventually, the announcer calls Marcus's name, dragging her from her mental isolation, forcing her to look toward the ring for the first time since sitting down. She squeezes the beer cup tightly, beer spilling over her legs. She could see Marcus on a horse that was from going mental and it hadn't even been released yet. What the crap was he doing?
Why wouldn't he let her get a job? They could manage a trade of thoughts on worry's cascades through her mind. A large siren sounds and the gate holding Marcus and the horse away from the ring crashes open, allowing the horse to explode into the ring, violently throwing itself and Marcus seven ways to helen back. The seconds drag into hours as horse and ride a ricochet around the ring. Another siren. That's it, Marcus, you can stop now, she whispers,
stress audible in her voice. Eventually, Marcus jumps from the horse, landing unsteadily on the sound. Sophie allows herself a sigh of relief, but then the horse turns, leaping again and knocking Marcus to the ground. Sophie leaps to her feet, staring at his still body on the ground. Pushing forward, she just knows she had to get to him. Before she was anywhere near the ring, the paramedics were surrounding
him and moving him into an ambulance. As she reaches the ring's side, the ambulance disappears through the large wooden gates of the ring, and Drew has stood in front of her. What the fuck happened? Ru, she screams, tears burning at her cheeks. Honey, it's probably precautionary. Rody organizes. Don't like too many injuries to be visible in the ring. It's bad for business, he said, his voice level and serious. I'll get you to the hospital and we'll see what's what.
Despite the rage burning through her body toward this man that had brought this upon them, she knew she was in no fit state to drive She eventually succumbed to a better judgment and agreed. The journey to the hospital was silent. Despite everything she wanted to say to Drew, she hadn't realized how many slow drivers there were in the city, or how many road works, delay after delay, stopping her from getting to see her Marcus to know
he was okay. When eventually they make it to the hospital, Sophie does not even wait for Drew to stop completely before leaping from the four by four, speeding in through the main entrance and asking where Marcus is. The attendant checked records on the computer, all too slowly, in Sophie's opinion, and uttered something which she thought she heard Helpfully. They gave her directions where he was, which seemed to make it through to the fock of panic that clouded her mind.
The next twenty minutes of searching the hospital rooms for Marcus proved that this was not the case. By the time she found him, Drew was already stead by his bedside. Damn this man. Before she can say a word, Drew focuses in on Sophie and says, he's okay. It looked a whole lot worse than it is. Nothing worse than a few bruises and a headache and a dented eagle. Sophie stares at him, not quite believing what she was hearing. Find me. Her body SAgs with a relief. Thank fuck
for that, she says. Listen, I need to go call the road the organizer as I left before hours due on and explain what happened. I'll be just outside if you need anything, and I'll make sure you're not disturbed by the hospital staff, Andrew says as he eyes the bulge beneath Marcus's gown, ignoring him completely, Sophie says to Marcus, you just get the shit out of me. I hope you know that, half, sweetheart. It really is just a few bruises. He whispers. Exactly where are these bruises at?
She asks, curious about the extent of his damage. Moving his gown off his shoulder, exposing an angry purple and black bruce, Sophie cannot help but lean in to kiss it, her lips gently caressing Markus's skin As he moans. Moving his gown again, a bruise on his ribs is exposed. Sophie moves her lips down, kissing it gently. Aware of his cock, tenting his hospital gown anywhere else, she whispers
through her kisses. Marcus moves the gown aside to show a large bruise on the top of his thigh, kissing his thigh tenderly, her lips brushing over the angry mark, his cock throbbing underneath the gown, becoming firmer as Sophie's lips move higher up its thigh, her fingers caressing his balls as she kisses up his firm shaft, her tongue gently circling the tip of his cock as she looks up at him, whispering, need anything else, Oh, fuck I do?
Sophie climbs up on his bed, her legs either side of him as she grasps his erection between her fingers, teasing its tip along her clip before impaling herself on to him, Gasping to control her breath as she feels his entire length pushed deep into a needy pussy, needing to confirm he's okay, needing to fell him warm and alive, needing him to fuck her as she rides his cock, sliding her pussy up and down his entire length, her lips stretched around his girth, images of him Withdrew flicker
through her mind, of him sucking Drew's hard cock, and as she imagines Marcus's lips sliding up and down Drew's cock, she rides him even harder, more intensely, feeling the pulsing moving through a pussy, imagining his hand clutching at Drew's balls, massaging them as he takes his entire length deep into his throat. Hearing Drew moan loudly as his fingers moved
through Marcus's hair, thrusting his erection even deeper into his mouth. Loudly, she moans, takes Drew's cock all the way inside your mouth, Marcus. Realizing suddenly that this was not in the quiet of her mind, she opens her eyes, Marcus looking at her with even greater desire. His pelt was thrusting even harder into a pussy. You want that, sweetheart, he gasped between thrusts, unable to deny it any more, Yes, she moans, Drew. Marcus calls out before Sophie can say another word. Drew
is by the bedside again. Marcus gasps, your cock. I need to suck your cock. Without needing another request, Drew releases his quivering erection from his pants. Marcus grasps it urgently before sliding his lips up and down the shaft. Watching it sends trembles of pleasure through Sophie's body, her
pussy clutching frantically at Marcus's cock. Drew clutches Marcus's hair in tight balls is His body tenses a moon rising through his chest, his head tilting back as sign all too obvious to Sophie, has Druth thruss hard into Marcus's mouth. Marcus's cock explodes inside her as a pussy clutches hard and his pulsing erection releasing her own intense orgasm. Placing her hands on Marcus's chest to study herself. Surprised by her own lack of inhibition, she looks at the two
men before her. Her next idea is so filthy it surprises her. I want to ride your mouth, Marcus, lick you'll come out of my pussy. Sliding up his body, she lowers her pussy onto his waiting tongue, feeling him viciously licking at her still throbbing clip as it starts to cladch again. She grabs Drew's cock and slides her hand up and down it viciously pumping every last drop of come as it pulses over Marx's face. Seeing Drew's white cream dripping down Marx's chin just intensifies the sensations
inside her body as she explodes in another orgasm. Sitting back, she whispers, kiss Marcus, clean all that come from his lips. Eagerly, Drew kisses every drop of come from Marx's face before kissing him deeply. Damn if this wasn't a whole new fantasy being played out right in front of her. Eventually, Sophie climbs off Marcus, eating her skirt and moving a little unsteadily to an easy chair in the corner. Ru puts his semi erect cock back inside his pants, and
Marcus pulls his gown back over himself. The room was awkwardly quiet for a moment, no one knowing quite what to say. It was Drew that broke the silence. Oh, by the way, you won, You can go and pick your winnings up whenever you're ready. How the hell does that work, Sophie asked. He was always in control of the horse, Sofie, the ring hand should have got the reins, But he didn't. Guess they're just happy Marcus isn't doing them. Wow,
guess that sets me up. Then might even buy us a saddle before next rodeo, Marcus says, grinning at Sophie like a cheshire cat. We'll talk about that when we get home, Sophie says, glaring at Marcus, not quite sure what she is feeling about rodeos right now, just the deep sensation of satisfaction embracing her body. Now, I hope you've enjoyed that little story. Now next week obviously a new story, so I look forward to seeing you in
bed when we can get wild again. But for now and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil in Wild, wishing you salacious dreams as you have enjoyed tonight's story. Take one moment right now and download the Central Awakenings app to ensure your ongoing pleasure free from the risk of censorship where the Puritan view. You can find the links in this show's notes or by visiting Wild in Bed dot com.
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