Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 115: Halloween Special - Paranormal BDSM/Voyeur Erotic Story

Episode Date: November 1, 2021

This story does contain descriptions of a ladies self-pleasure, intimate spanking.It's Halloween and Anne-Marie is working as a cleaner to fix the mess after everyone else's parties....and she is not invited to a single one. Getting an urgent request from the strange Dr Souza, Anne-Marie helps him clear up his house before his party.  But when she discovers a BDSM den in his basement, will she be shocked or curious?For the most intense erotic audio available, visit my VIP club at https://wyldeinbed.com/vip-clubs/, I look forward to seeing you there.

Please remember this is an adult's only podcast and does contain some very sensual themes. So please only listen to this podcast if you are happy to explore your deepest sensual fantasies with me and are of a suitable age. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. Your destination for salacious stories. sensual satisfaction and finger-licking good fantasies. Now, on the Premium Channel this evening, there is a selection of paranormal experiential erotica to make you feel every lick, every kiss, every thrust,

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if you would sign up for the Wild After Dark podcast, where you can access my complete back catalogue of experiential erotica, or commercial free. Now, tonight's story is the first part of a Halloween special. I know Halloween was last night, but honestly, Halloween on October the 31st is just so last year. Now, in a couple of weeks, the listeners' fantasies will return with a particularly edgy one and a very dirty story from one listener.

Now, you know, if you want to hear your fantasies narrated right here, then it's so easy for you to just email me at Devlin at wild desires.com and I will do my absolute best to make your fantasy come to life. Right here, you can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just put your earbuds in, close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice, moving over and inside you.

And when you're ready to surrender, render to pleasure. Just go ahead and take a nice, deep breath and hold it for a moment. And let it go with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress for the next 30 minutes or so. It's just you in 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 feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Anne Marie stared around the almost empty room,

so this was her Halloween, sat in the office of Quick Clean Cleaning Agency, hoping for a job to come in so she can earn a few more bucks. It was going to be very different next year, she promised herself. She would finish with medical school and have a marvellous job in the hospital. instead of having to dust out the closets of people who really should be doing it themselves. Still, it paid the rent, and there was way worse jobs than this she could be doing.

Some jobs her peers had just scared the crap out of her. She was just too uptight to even consider them. Halloween was one of the worst nights to be working. It tended to be parties that have gone wrong, which normally meant teenage boys asking, why she wasn't wearing a French maid's outfit, and making any lewd comments about her butt, while she was bending over to collect whatever mess they had dumped. This year it seemed quieter the normal.

With a world just returning to normal from the madness of the past two years, it was hardly a surprise. Parties were probably out now, not that Amory ever got invited to any. Little Miss Goody Tooshoes they used to call her in high school, so Primmy. and proper, voted the girl least likely to have an orgasm with anyone else involved. She'd had orgasms, lots of them, and one day they would be with somebody else. It wasn't she was unattractive. She just felt plain and nondescript. Her humour was often mistaken for insults. Other kids had always seen her as a little weird. And she could never really let herself go.

She had tried, but it just never really happened. It wasn't she wasn't interested in sex. She was. God knows she was very interested in sex. Just the men she met didn't do it for her. Not even a slight quiver between her thighs. She wasn't sure what sort of man would do it for her. But no doubt when it happened, there would be an avalanche of pleasure,

just to let her know. According to the wall clock, she had only been sitting there for 15 minutes when the phone rang, even though it felt like hours already. It awoke the receptionist with a start, and her normally impeccable telephone manner was lost. Jotting down a few details as the caller spoke,

she nodded to Anne-Marie. Disconnecting the call, she simply said, Dr. Sousa out on 396 Evergreen Drive, He's had some friends round for a party and needs a little help to clear it up. Standing, Amory took the booking slip from her hand and headed toward the parking lot. The drive to the old side of the city wasn't long. She just felt mildly irritated. She never got invited to parties anymore.

She guessed she was just misunderstood, pulling up in that house is drive. She smiled to herself. If you wanted to rent a house just for Halloween, it had to be this one. A light flashed aggressively from the basement window. You could almost hear the old house creaking in the wind. It's a good job she'd loved horror film and she was fascinated by serial killers since being young. Otherwise, she would drive right back down to the office

and hand her cleaning equipment in. As she closed the car door, she thought to herself, I might actually enjoy this job. Striding up the stone steps, she pounded on the door, the knock echoing in the emptiness beyond. A few moments later, and a door swung open. A tall man with the wildest hair Amory had ever seen, stared at her blankly. His eyes a little one focused.

Yes, can I help you? He said gruffly. Quick clean. To help clean up after the party? Oh, sorry, I thought you'd be older, he said before continuing. And it's to clean up before the party. I'm just not quite with it. His voice trailed off as if distracted.

Please come in, he said, as if returning from some distant dream. Anne-Ree walked in, the door shutting with a loud click behind her. So, where would you like me to start? perhaps a kitchen and get the plates ready for canopays? Confusion crossed his face and he stared at her. No, it's not that sort of party. It's... Just can you clean the bedrooms, please?

Smiling as sweetly as she could. This man was really off with the fairies. But he didn't seem drunk. He just wasn't there. The old house certainly had a lot of paint. paintings, mainly with a wolf theme, or men striding out into the wilds of the countryside. At the top of the broad stairs was one particularly huge painting. It seemed to be of an employer, although he looked older in this, probably his father. They certainly kept the same hairstyle

going in the family, but this man was sprouting hair everywhere. The bedrooms weren't that dirty. They just needed tidy and more than anything, so within 30 minutes she finished and started studying the paintings again, while slowly making her way downstairs. As she stopped on the return of the stairs, looking up, the large paintings seemed to change as she watched it, like some strange optical illusion. If she turned her head, the hair took over the whole body, as if shadows were being cast over the man. Oddly enough, his eyes seemed to do. change as well, somehow going from green to an amber. It must be the light, she decided.

No one could paint like that. Suddenly she was aware of Dr. Zuzer behind her. For the first time since she had arrived, she was close to him. His body gave off an inordinate amount of heat, and there was a fragrance to him. It wasn't unpleasant, it was very warm. It reminded her a lot of the old forest she played him when she was younger, but there was something else, something she could not describe to any rational person. It was like the air vibrated around him. It was the only way she could describe it. She could feel her skin tingling and just being around this man. And what the hell was happening between her thighs? It was like the air between them was caressing her panties.

She could almost feel a finger of warm, vibrating air, teasing at her clit with the tip of its finger. Damn, she really needed to get laid if that's where her imagination was going now. Suddenly she was aware he was speaking. Her mind was firmly between her thighs, and she needed to snap out of it. Do the job, get paid, and maybe pick up a Starbucks on the way home as it's Halloween. before getting into bed with her favourite vibrator. Sorry, she said, shaking her mind loose of those sorts of thoughts.

That's my great-grandfather. He was the first of the family to move here that was painted just a little while before he was murdered. Oh, I'm sorry, was all Anne Marie could manage, desperate to change his subject, she said. You have a lot of walls paintings as well. My family has a long-standing history with wolves. He said bluntly, looking more than a little agitated.

Is it a big party? Amory asked, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with the atmosphere. The air between them had a very definite edge of aggression now. She could almost feel the knives hovering between them. And the warmth that was there, just a short while ago, now felt cold as ice. Oh no, it's not big. It is important, though. A rare occasion tonight. It only happens every 18 or 19 years. He smiled lightly, the atmosphere warming again between them. Thankful for the change. Amory pursued this line. And what's that? she asked. Why, Halloween and a

full moon on the same night. It's a bit of a rarity. He grinned. his teeth glinting in the evening light, shining through the windows. His cell phone started digging in his pocket. Looking at the screen, he said to Amory, Could you just tidy downstairs, please? I need to take this. And with that, he strode up the stairs. Amory turned and made a way down the remaining stairs and started looking around for something to tidy.

It was obviously an important party for him, so she would at least try to make it look decent. Eventually her explorations led to the basement. The staircase down was stone. It almost seemed older than the house. A light flickered from underneath the door at the bottom of the stairs, tempting her curiosity lower. Amri had a distinct feeling that she shouldn't be down here,

that this wasn't what he meant by downstairs. But there are times it's just too good a chance, to miss. Turning the handle, she smiled to herself as the door clicked and swung open. It really wasn't what she expected. It was a basement. She anticipated a pool table, and maybe a bar. But this was more of a den.

The floor was carpeted in the most luxurious material she had ever felt. If she closed her eyes, it felt like fur under her feet. There was furniture, what looked like the look like the love. largest bed she had ever seen. Animal print occupied every corner of the room. The lamp above the bed was flashing. Taking a moment, she walked over to it, turned the bulb, and muttered to herself, men, as the flickering stopped.

Unable to resist, she sat down on the bed. Wow, it was just so comfortable, almost as if the mattress embraced her completely. kicking off her shoes she laid out on the bed stretching as her hands pushed under the pillows her fingers discovered something metallic

pulling it out it looked like a buckle attached to a wristrap a thick leather wristrap with what seemed to be a chain disappearing beyond the bed for some reason beyond her

Amory pulled on the chain and once a slagher back was gone. He resisted any further moment. This thing was fixed somewhere hard, taking a moment she raised a strap to her nose, taking it a large breath. It smelled of him. It smelled of desire of lust. In her mind's eyes she could see so much passion, just happening here on this very bed. Without thinking, without thinking, Amory wrapped the strap around her wrist, as soon as it completely encircled her wrist. She felt a tingle starting again, a buzz of excitement. Excitement for what? She wasn't sure, but damn it felt hot. Her panties were wetter than she ever remembered them being,

just from having this strap around her wrist. This is possibly sad as she is laying on a bed alone, where the leather strap draped around her wrist. Maybe this is what she was missing, a little like bondage. She listened for a moment. Dr. Sousa was obviously still upstairs on his call, as there was no other sound in the house, curiosity overpowering any sensibility. Amory secured the strap around her wrist,

pausing for a moment in thought. She reached forward and sure enough at the bottom of the bed, there were another two straps. Securing those around her ankles, she lay back down. Although she had one hand free, the knowledge they secured her like this, and it would take her a little to free herself was definitely a turn on. Her pussy was already throbbing more than it ever had before. Lifting her knees, her skirt back down her thighs,

the tingle of the air kissing that wet material. teasingly sending a vibration of pleasure moving through her body. Her free hand lowered between her thighs. She didn't want love or flowers. She didn't want gentle lovemaking. She decided she needed raw animalistic sex to feel a large man just pounding brutally inside of her, stretching her, pushing her body to its very limit.

Her fingers explored her panties, pushing the sides of the material, back. She rubbed her fingers over her clip violently, her thumb pushing hard down on the nub as she rubbed it, her fingers sliding between her folds, her pussy stretching as she continued to fuck her pussy with her fingers. Her clit throbbing with pleasure as she punished it with broad strokes of her thumb and fingers. Parting her thighs wider, she brought her hand down hard against her folds, A burning sting of pleasure pulsated through a pussy. Damn, this felt so freaking good.

Why she'd never thought of this before? The sting gently seemed to move through a body, a veil of pleasure being dragged over her. Her nipples were hard and erect beneath her shirt, and they pulsed with pleasure. God, this felt so good. What has she been missing out on? Bringing her fingers down across her pussy,

the wet slap echoing around the room. Anne-Marie realised just how wet she was from the sound, but there was something about hearing how wet her pussy was that made her feel even hornier. And of course as she got even hornier, her pussy got wetter and wetter. As that torturous pleasure echoed through her body, her fingers making long strokes over her pussy,

chasing the sensations up her stomach, following it up over her breasts. And as she rubbed her wrecked nipples through her shirt, the pleasure just sped up again, a whirlwind of need that would not yield. Without mercy, she pinched on her nipple, squeezing it through the material of her shirt, sending her body into pure raptures of decadent desire.

Her legs pushed down into the bed, her thighs tensing as she moaned louder and louder. Her pelvis pounded into the air. her pussy clutching for a cock to fill her completely, to fuck her so aggressively, her lips were positively vibrating with need, with desire. Parting her thighs again, her pussy exposed,

as she brought her hand down again, a wet slap reverberated around the room, and through Amory's body. Something about hearing that just felt so dirty, yet so right. Pushing her fingers inside her pussy, her muscles trembling along her fingers, clutching at her. Her core trembling with pleasure as her orgasm grew, spreading over her.

She was going to come harder than she had ever thought she could. She knew it. She could feel her impending orgasm growing through every nerve in her body. Her breath's just pants as her tied hand grasped at the chain, pulling on it for sensibility. her fingers slapping hard against her pussy once more. She desperately tried to resist the urge to let her orgasm explode. She wanted to control it, but denying her this pleasure was just beyond her,

as her orgasm exploded through her body. As that tidal wave of heat cascaded down her body, Amory cried out, Fuck me, please! Panting her legs slipped down the bed. Her body trembling from the orgasm still ricocheting through a woman. her, waiting for her heart to slow, and her breathing to return to normal. Anne-Marie suddenly remembered where she was. She wasn't at home.

She was in a client's house, tied loosely to a bed. What the fuck was she doing? Her eyes sprung open with the realization, to see a pair of amber eyes watching her intently, holding her gaze for a long moment. Dark shadows danced over his face. his tense muscles rippling under his shirt. His hair looked even wilder now as he licked his lips with broad strokes of his impossibly long tongue. His hands bowled into fists and then released.

His fingers stretching from the very prominent bulge Amarica see under his pants. Even as he stood in the doorway, there might be more to Dr. Zusa than she had imagined. Eventually he growled. And don't let me stop you. His eyes burned with passion beneath the amber. So what will Dr. Zusa do to Amory now? He has called her pleasuring herself in his basement. Be sure to tune in next week for the concluding part of this little erotic fantasy.

But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devlin Wild wishing you salacious dreams. Now, as you have enjoyed this show this evening, you can go ahead and subscribe to my podcast.