Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 36: Caught Red Handed

Episode Date: December 13, 2020

Caught in the midst of her crime, Helen is trapped by a guard with Dark Passions. With no way out, Helen has to succumb to the dark passions of a guard that only wants her for one thing. Is there anyone that can save her from his depraved lust, or will she have to endure the bondage and punishment he has planned for her?For more information on the live shows please visit https://wyldedesires.comThis story contains depictions of self-pleasure, hard sex, spanking and bondage and is intended as an adults-only podcast.

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 Sunday night destination for salacious stories, passionate prose. and filthy, finger-looking good fantasies. Now, before we get into tonight's story, I'd like to mention something extra special that is happening next week.

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just for coming. You know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. So you might want to loosen any clothing now. Or maybe be completely naked. As you surrender to my story and give yourself permission to enjoy every word, every touch, every sound as if it was really happening. For the next 30 minutes or so,

It's just you in my voice This is your time Your time to relax Your time to let your inhibitions go Your time for sensuous pleasure As you close your eyes And take a deep breath And just hold it for a moment

And let it go with a sigh Letting all the stress of the week go As you listen to my words And let my voice move over you Helen sheep as she glances around the store. Words from weeks ago rising in her mind, her best friend's enthusiasm for her to rebel echoes loudly in her memories.

At afternoon, when she had dared to break the rules, to do something, well, illegal, that day that had led to the best mind-blowing sex of her life. That day that even now, brings a throbbing between her thighs and the glistening of wet desire to our panties but since that

her sex life has vanished she has tried with a couple of partners but honestly it was disappointing and just so well vanilla Helen knows she craves to feel that risk that threat of danger once again in truth she craves him her a sexy cop

really she knows no one else will do over the past couple of weeks she has amassed a collection of lingerie and adult toys all stolen in the desperate hope of seeing him again but to no avail she just had to get used to the idea he was gone from her life

in her heart she knows she needs to move on without thinking she slides a rail crotchless body into her oversized clutch bag. It wasn't as if she even needed it. She didn't stop to fill the sensuous red silk or even ponder how it might feel against her naked skin. Or maybe wear it for a man.

Just before they fucked, sighing to herself as she takes one desperate look around the store. Dropping her head in resignation of another failed attempt, Helen walks slowly through the sliding doors and out into the mall, pausing for a moment, trying to think of stores that she might just see him at. Helen shakes her head. This is stupid. She is a mature woman for fuck's sake, not some teenager with her first crush.

What hold does this man have over her? Stamping her heels on the floor, trying to shake off the shackles of sexual frustration. Ellen decides to head home. Not so fast. A harsh baritone voice echoes as she feels strong fingers grasping her shoulders. Turning slowly, suddenly hope rushes up her legs,

turning the gentle warmth in her panties into a wildfire of desire. Before she has even turned to look at him, her pussy is clutching with need. The need to feel his cock inside her again. To taste him, to know the satisfaction that only he can give. Lifting her eyes to look through her hair, green eyes stare down at her. This isn't her blue-eyed sexy cop.

Who is this imposter? Where is her cop? If she is going to be arrested, there is only one man for the job, as he guides her back into the store. His hands grasp her shoulder strongly. and the movement of his thumb as it presses hard onto her muscle, creating sensations vibrating through her breasts. He is definitely strong.

His firm grip attest to that. The fragrance of his cologne is undoubtedly manly. Helen gasse with reluctant desire as she breathes in that fragrance. Her body awash with lust as this security guard escorts her through the storm. his strong hands skillfully guiding her between the rows of sensuous lingerie, past the sex toys and the large mirror windowed to a door in the far corner of the store. The thoughts of the salacious things he might do to her, the feeling of his body against her naked body,

warming all her hot spots, sending pulses of electricity through her painfully erected nipples as they push at the lace of her bra. Her panties somehow caressing her clet, teasing it. What is wrong with me? she muses. Do I have to get arrested to get this turned on? Do I have an authority fetish? Leaning over her, his broad chest pressing at the back of Helen's head,

the heat of his body pressing along hers. Turning her on even more. Shit! She can feel her wet pleasure dripping down her thighs, wishing now she had gone for jeans instead of a wraparound skirt. He must be able to smell her lust. For fuck's sake she could. Watching his hand intently as it moves over her shoulder, punching a series of digits into the keypad at the side of the door. Helen fills another wave of disappointment. He didn't touch her. He didn't even try. For God's sake, he could have grasped her tits or something.

Opening the door, he gives Helen a sharp push into the room, making her stumble and almost fall to the floor. Get in the chair and don't move. He snows as he dumps her clutch bag on the table, turning it upside down, letting all its accusing contents of sex toys and lingerie spill onto the table. He turns his emerald green eyes towards Helen. Well, haven't you been busy?

I'm willing to bet my left nut that none of this has been paid for. He says, scowling at her. The way he looks at her, the fiercely dominant tone of his voice sending trembles through her whole body, all culminating on an intense vibration on her clit. The sensation of her pussy clutching between her thighs overpowers any sensible thought she might be having. pushing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to stem the flow of wet lust escaping her panties.

Helen just seems to intensify the feelings, her dampness becoming uncontrollable as she tries to sit still on the chair. But the thought of what punishment might before her should she move, just turning her on out of her ever-loving mind? Through defiance, lust and discomfort. And squirms in her seat. inviting his punitive efforts. She needs to be punished.

She wants to be punished. Okay, if you don't sit still, I will have to cuff you to the chair. He growls his voice full of menace and the promise of dark pleasure. The thought of him cuffing her to the chair, turning Helen's lust into an impossible volcano. Like a brattish child, she wriggles dramatically in her chair, kicking at the ground with the hills of her shoes to accentuate the motion, forcing her thighs together intensifying the sensation moving through a body,

her wet desire burning a line down her thighs. Glaring at her, he snows right, and with that he grabs her arms, roughly forcing them behind the chairs. With two metallic clicks, Helen can fill her wrists secured firmly, her desire pulsing deep in her core, her clit trembling. Yes, Helen thinks, at last, he may not be sexy cop, but he will do. The menacing guard turns away, walking to the far side of the room and retrieving his cell phone. He dows a number quickly while watching Helen squirm in the chair.

It's Mark, he says into the phone, I need you down at fig leaves. and then disconnects the call. Walking back toward Helen, lowering his heads so their eyes are level. He studies her for a moment. A surge of petulance moves through her body, as she kicks out with her free legs, her hill catching him hard on the shin.

Fuck! he growls. You bitch! Grabbing two more sets of handcuffs from the table, his long fingers easily clasper thigh through her skirt, pushing her leg heavily down onto the chair, he kneels grinning at her. I can feel your wet little pussy through your skirt. Guess you like being handcuffed. Helen sighs.

Last, the penny has dropped. He forces her legs apart, handcuffing her ankles to the metal legs of the chair. His eyes trace a line up her body, holding for a moment over her breast, her erect nipples, pressing on her shirt over her lips, holding her gaze as he pushes her skirt up, exposing her glistening thighs, the cold air in the room biting at her throbbing clit through the wet silk of her panties. Ammon escapes Helen's lips as his thumbs roughly push at the sodden material. Pressing hard on the clit as they hold each other's gaze, her body trembling with a desire

that burns through her pussy, she gasps, her head rolling. back, oh God, please fuck me. She whispers, her mouth dry with desire. Standing up, his heart, tenting his pants just inches from Helen's lips, flicking her tongue across her dry lips, moistening them, knowing that beast of a cock will be in her mouth any moment now, wanting it to be there already. Helen closes her eyes as his large fingers, clumsily releasing his waistband, the sound of his pants falling to his ankles. She opens her eyes again, seeing the monster of a hard cock straining his boxer shorts, just confirms her desperate lust. I thought you might like this. He says his voice level and cold as he releases a pulsing

length of muscle from his boxes. Alan's eyes widen at the side of it, the hunger to taste it, to feel it inside of her, tensing all her muscles in her core with furious need. Slowly at first, his hand slides up and down the majestic length of his cock, his long fingers straining around its girth, watching every vein in his erection pulse with desire as his hand quickens in pace, grabbing hands hair with his other hand, twisting it into tight bundles he growled, I'm going to come over your face, hot little thief. Your throbbing pussy doesn't deserve my law-abiding cock.

Fuck no, Helen moans. I need to be fucked. You can't do this. You think I'm going to put this beauty inside your dirty pussy, little thief. Think again, he growls, the tip of his erection pulsing just in front of Helen's eyes. It burns an angry, red as it swells in front of her, pulsing with his rising orgasm. Fuck, he's going to come and leave me needy and want him, Helen thinks to herself.

Who the fuck? You can't! He growls angrily as the door to the office swings open. His voice cuts off abruptly as an image of dark hair, intense blue eyes glowing in the low light, that police uniform that looks like the gods had poured him into it. Release her. She's mine. That sexy voice resonates around the room, creating a surge of lust that washes over her body

as she watches the godlike figure, stalked through the door. Her pussy crying out for his severe intention without pausing the security guard drops to the floor, releasing the handcuffs around Helen's ankles. And then standing and releasing her wrist and rubs at her arms before standing and walking to stand next to her sexy cop.

A you okay, baby girl? He asks, his voice deep and full of possessive concern. Their gazes meet, electricity crackling between them, desire cascading down Helen's body as he moves his hand, pulling her hard against his firm body. A sensation of security, an unfathomable desire embraces her.

The pulsing in her core feeling like a jackhammer, As needs swell deep inside, as she slides a flat of her palm over his broad chest, succumbing to his blue eyes. She whispers, horny as fuck, but, you know, smiling up at him, hoping to appear at least playful and obedient. The cruel smile dances over sexy cop's lips, as he says. Normal then. His eyes glistening with the promise of painful. satisfaction. Turning toward the security guard, his gaze hardens again. Turn the chair to face the security window. He growls in that intense tone that does nothing but make Helen tremble in pleasure.

Leave your pants. He commands as the security card bends to raise his pants. Now sit down. His voice tingling with passion. Handcuff yourself to the chair. Abediently, the guard sits and handcuffs his ankles to the chair and his hands together, awkwardly clicking the lock into place. Releasing Helen from his protective grip, he walks to the table with the spoils of her efforts spread across it. Pushing his bat on through the lingerie and sex toys, he whispers. Looks like someone wanted to be arrested.

Quickly glancing back at Helen and winking, forcing a blush over her body. Well, maybe, she says, embarrassed at how easily he could see through her. Put this on, he orders, selecting the crotchless body suit from the pile of contraband. Gasping, Ellen panics looking at the large window overlooking the shop floor. Free baby, no one out there can see in here, or hear a thing. What we do in here is between us. Smiling gently, Helen takes the lace bodysuit and slowly unbuttons her shirt.

No, behind him, this piece of shit doesn't deserve to see your beautiful pussy until I say. Helen pulls her shirt back across her lacklustre cleavage before moving around the bound security guard. Letting her shirt fall to the ground, Helen releases her skirt before it joins her shirt in a pile around her feet. As she slides her panties down her legs, she suddenly feels a flush of arousal cascading down her body. She had never been comfortable being naked in front of men. For her, her breasts were too small, her hips too wide, and her stomach not as flat as she would like.

But in front of this man, as his gaze moves approvingly up and down her body, that low growl of desire that burns in his chest, just makes her feel more aroused than she could ever remember feeling. There was just something about him, about his demeanour, his voice, his eyes, that made Helen burn with desire, sliding the lace lingerie up her body,

adjusting her pussy lips so they fit perfectly in the gap. She turns to face him. His eyes widened with lust, forcing another wave of desire to move through Helen's, core. Damn it, just the way he looks at her makes her ache. She knew he wanted her. But fuck if she knew why. Just as his eyes caress her body one more time, her pussy clenching with desire, her nipples pushing hard against a soft lace. And as she moves, the lace bites her nipples turning her on so much. Looking down, she can see his appreciation, pushing hard at his pants.

beautiful cock was so fiercely erect beneath the material. God she wanted to feel it again. Memories of that afternoon torment her caught with need to taste it to feel it inside her. She needed to feel it filling her. All she could think of was falling to her knees and thanking him, imperfect submission before taking every inch of him into her mouth. Her tremble ran through her body just at the thought of it. Now let's show this piece of shit how to treat a lady in need.

Taking her hand, he squeezes it tightly, as he manoeuvres her in front of the guard. Turning her, he pushes her against the security window, his body pressing hard against her back, his throbbing cock teasing a terrace from behind his pants. Helen closes her eyes as her pussy responds in perfect symphony. Moving his baton up the bottom. whack of her thighs, firmly pushing it between them. Forcing her legs apart, he traces the baton, slowly over the soft skin on the inside of her legs, stopping just as he reaches her exposed pussy lips. And slowly, sliding its cold length along her folds, the rough caress of the baton, forcing her

clip to throb even more intensely. Suddenly, he tapped. the baton against her clit forcibly, sending shockways of electricity through her body, as a gentle sting subsides, a warm glow burns through her clit, an aching desire swirling that just seems to intensify all the sensations created by being exposed to this man, by being submissive to him. As he stops abruptly, Helen opens her eyes wondering why. Suddenly aware of the shoppers just feet away from their decadent theatre. Ellen feels her core clutch with need, strangely more turned on by this near public display.

The women on the other side of the window, selecting lingerie and sex toys as their partners look on, none of them realising what was happening just inches away behind the window. Grab your ankles. Sexy cop whispers in her ear. Submissively, Helen bends over. Her hands clasping her ankles. Turning.

Sexy cop pushes his bat on under the security guard's nose. Smell how beautiful she is. Pushing it along his lips, he says. That's the closest thing you'll ever get to tasting anything that fucking sexy. Looking down, he laughs cruelly. Mocking the security guard as he sneers. That beautiful cock of yours seems to be nothing. but an old flaccid piece of meat now.

With that he stabs at it with his baton, laughing at his embarrassment. Finally wiping the baton over the guard's chest, he says, your pathetic dick doesn't deserve to be near her sweet pussy. Turning back toward Helen, his hands roughly rub over the globes of her ass, his fingers grasping at the soft flesh, pummeling it,

before sliding two long fingers between her cheeks, teasing her asshole, massaging it gently with the wet pleasure dripping from her pussy, before sliding a finger inside, rubbing those sensitive spots that electrify her whole body, thrusting gently in and out of that most secret place, tiring of muscle clenching on his finger, before he slowly pulls it out, prolonging her desire, her agony,

her knee as he slides his hand further down, massaging the wet folds of her pussy, pulling them between his fingers, massaging her clit, pinching it. With excruciating precision, he rubs it between his thumb and finger, dragging a nail slowly along it, sending bolts of pleasure cascading through Helen's body. Lifting her head, Helen's eyes open widely as a moat of pure carnal desire escaping. her lips, staring at the shoppers through the security window, her pussy aching with the longing as she watches their faces, able to see every detail as sexy cop commands, widen your legs further.

Of their own accord, Helen's legs spread further apart, struggling to get her balance again with the intense sensations moving through a body. Just as a broad hand crashes against her pussy, sending a beautiful burning sensation. sensation pulsing into her core. Moaning loudly as everything in her pussy trembles with the raw passion of this man. Another spank on the folds of her pussy, her body tensing at the wildfire of lust, making every nerve in her body come to life,

the need to come intensifying with every punishing stroke of his hand. He glares at the security guard and growls. This is how you treat a needy pussy dickweed, before another painful thrash of his hands lands firmly on hell pussy, sending her desire into overdrive. Fuck, she could just come like this. She thinks his spirals of pleasure move over her body. Turning toward her again, he unbuckles his belt, letting his pants drop.

Before commanding, put your hands on the window, baby girl. You're going to need some stability. This might get intense. Before hammering without mercy, into Helen's waiting pussy, her lips rubbing around every demanding thrust of his hard cock. Desperately, Helen pushes her hands against a mirrored window, her fists clenching tightly in response to the sensations moving through her body. The orgasm growing as his fingers grasp hard at her hips,

pulling her back onto him, thrusting even deeper, every movement of his beautiful cock, rubbing so perfectly along her clit, tracing a glorious line up the wall of Helen's pussy, massaging that most private spot, her core clutching at every inch of his hard lust, tightening around him as she fills her orgasm spreading. Helen moans loudly as his cock trembles inside her, a growl rising up his chest as his body tenses. Suddenly the warm avalanche of his pleasure explodes inside her, triggering her own orgasm, her body tensing as her hands grasped desperately at the sheer glass in front of her,

trying to hold on to some stability. His cock's still pulsing. He pulls out of Helen's pussy. It's come dripping down the thighs. On your knees, demands, without waiting Helen turns and drops to her knees, taking his still pulsing cock hungrily between her lips. Her tongue salaciously tasting every inch of him. That beautiful cum continues to pulse into her mouth.

That's it, baby girl. Suck me dry. He moans, tasting every creamy drop of his pleasure, as he forcibly thrusts in and out of her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye, Alan notices a lady adjusting her lip gloss in the reflective security window. Helen smiles around his throbbing erection as she massages his balls, forcing her lips along the entire length of his delectable manhood, her own lipstick smearing along its length.

Mine, Helen thinks to herself. As the last drops of his cum trickle onto her tongue, he runs his powerful fingers through her hair, holding Helen's gaze for a moment, he whispers, Good girl, before moving his grasp under her chin. It's still weeping cocks sliding from her lips. Lifting her gently, he kisses Helen deeply. Their tongues exploring each other's mouths,

sharing that taste of warm pleasure that burns so deeply down her throat. Immersing in the pleasure of that deep kiss, they breathe each other's satisfaction. Deep inside, as he pulls back, staring into Helen's eyes. get dressed he commands I need to take you in and give you a thorough interview grinning mischievously

as she starts to slide the straps of her lingerie over her shoulders the dress back in her normal bra and panties he says oh no that can stay on smiling with that cruel crooked move of his lips slowly getting dressed

her leg still trembling from the afterglow moving through her body she has well you need to handcuff me smiling he responds most definitely but we will use mine turning to look at the pathetic

security guard heaped in the chair he continues we will leave him here for his bosses to find should teach him to fuck with my pussy Well I hope that's her Teased all those spots And put you in the mood for some sensuous fun Now talking of fun Don't forget to go ahead and book your spot at for the live shows

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