Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 71: Readers Erotic Fantasy - The altar of wax play - part one

Episode Date: August 23, 2021

This story does contain graphic sexual descriptions of wax play and BDSM activities. Please only listen if you have an open mind. The birthday celebration she always wanted. He had gone to such extremes to make this a birthday to remember, the trouble is when she confessed to how she wanted to celebrate her birthday, she was drunk. And now she can't remember just how much she told him. 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, as you enjoyed tonight's little story, you can know you can enjoy even more intense pleasure and endless satisfaction

just by coming to see me at wilddesigners.com where you can test ride your own erotic fantasies for free. Now, this week, we have a listener's fantasy and I have to say it was a particularly long fantasy so it's going to have to be spread

over two weeks I'm afraid so this is part one part two obviously gets filthier they always do don't they but you know you can send in your fantasies and you can hear them right here and just by emailing me

and Devlin at wilddesires.com. You know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just loosen any clothing. We, you never know. Put your earbuds in and close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice. Caressing over and inside you,

when you're ready to submit to deep sensuous pleasure. Just take a deep breath and hold it for a moment. and then let it go with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next 20 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 to release that in a woman as you listen to my voice

and feel the story moving through your body. The trees loom. ominously for dawn. Their branches fingering the evening sky as she followed Mark through the undergrowth. Stopping for a moment, she glared at the back of his head. Mark, are you absolutely sure this is a path to my birthday surprise? Mark just turned and looked at her, his lips curling into an evil grin before he simply nodded, turned and set off along the path again. Dawn, Dawn's mood was not helped by an ominous moon rising, beyond the scaffolding of trees and the persistent crying of owls, which just seemed to mock their presence.

Where has this stupid idea even come from? She complained, hitting out at a sapling. Oh, this was all your idea, Mark said without turning. Dawn could hear the broad smile in his face. I can promise you, at no point did I ever say, Mark, what I really want for my birthday is to be dragged through the undergrowth in the middle of nowhere. You don't remember that game of spin the bottle then.

He said without turning or slowing. Mark, you know full while I was drunk that night, and there was no way I was going to remember anything. It's not far now, just up this bank. Mark said as he reached his hand, out for Dawn's. Gratefully, accepting his offer, they climbed the steep bank together, reaching the top. Dawn just stood quiet, as a literal church mouse as she stared at the abandoned chapel, not more than 50 feet away. Okay, she muttered quietly, remembering her drunken confession

and regretting her candor. I was thinking more of an actual church, you know, with an Morganist people, a priest? Than this? She sneered. Undaunted Mark Porter onward. His enthusiasm far overpowering any of her doubts or reluctance. Distant lights glimmered through the old mullioned window frames, given their building an almost mystical look.

He had obviously put in some effort. Given the state of the shrubbery outside, it must have taken quite a lot of work to get this place anywhere. near accessible. As they neared the church door, Mark turned, putting his hands on Dawn's shoulders before saying, Shut your eyes. He had such a look of youthful excitement. Dawn had no choice but to comply. Turning him down would be quite simply like kicking a puppy. There was no way she could do it. With her world plunged into darkness, Dawn could feel Mark moving around her. The warmth of his

body reassuringly close. His breath sent a shiver down her spine as he whispered, Trust me. Dawn wasn't sure if this was a request or a question. Suddenly her lips dried in anticipation and excitement, and she could only nod her compliance. Her tongue danced over her cracked lips, her excitement growing. A blush of anticipation moved through her cheeks. Dawn could feel the heat radiating across her face highlighted by the contrast with the cool kiss of the silky material that Mark secured around her face ensuring her vision remained darkened to its movements

Dawn walked unsteadily following Mark's protective lead the evening breeze gradually dissipated as the sounds around her changed gone with the prevalent sounds of the night Now there was a gentle resonance, as if they were inside a room. Her footsteps echoed the sound of the stone floor, mirroring Mark's slow footfall, without saying a word.

His hand pressed on her stomach. Something she could only take as an indication to stop, bringing her feet together. She suddenly felt like she was back in school, obediently, submissively. in line, the hills of her shoes in perfect line. She didn't need to see them. She just knew. She had been made to stand that way so often. It was second nature, even after all these years. His breath seemed to drip desire as it caressed over her ear. His words moving through her, as if she had not as much hurt them, more that they had invaded her body, caressing her from the inside out, as he said, you've been a very naughty girl. His long fingers circling her

wrists, pulling her arms tight against her back. Her body tensed as she felt his strong body, pressing against hers. His undeniable erection, taunting her hand through his pants. Without thinking, her fingers slid up and down the length of the bulge in his pants. The sensation of it pulsing as a fingernail caressed it roughly through the stiff material, sending bolts of electricity throbbing between dawn's size. Her pussy clutching as she imagined his beautifully erect cock, every delicious inch pulsating with the desire to be inside her, one way or another.

The memory flooded her mind of his cock-filling her pussy. Her lips stretched tight around his girth as he thrust in and out with animalistic passion. That sensation as his cockhead pushed along the wall of her pussy, massaging that spot without mercy. Her core clutched wildly at the very real feeling of his hard cock inside her pussy, of her body claiming it as her own. Every damn inch of it. Very bad.

He whispered again. His voice darker. Her body responded with such a beautiful wave of desire. Even though she bit her lip, Dawn could not help but moan from the sensations moving through her body. He surely must be able to smell her desire. She could smell her desire. She damn well could feel it tracing a torturous line down the inside of her thighs. Her panties doing nothing to hold the growing flood of need. Mark pressed his burning erection again.

her hand, the sensation fuelling her need, her desire. Goddy felt so damned hard, so turned on, as she focused on the sensation of his hard on, pressing against the palm of her hands. She missed the feeling of Mark winding a silk cord around her wrists. Dawn didn't even realize her hands had been tied until Mark took a step back, removing the focus of her lust. It is time for your penance. He said his voice barely more than a whisper, yet somehow, somehow, she felt every word embracing her, holding her firmer than any hands ever could.

On your knees, it is time for communion. Without thinking dawn dropped to her knees. Thankfully marked the presence of mind to already have put a kneeling cushion in front of her, saving her knees from the brutal assault of the stone floor. His fingers held her chin firmly, as his thumb pad brushed over her dry lips, teasingly easing between them.

Her tongue so temptingly close to his naked thumb. It wasn't what her body wanted just now, but damn she would take any part of him she could get. Her lips pushed forward, wanting to take him, needing to taste him. Mark moved back, his hand dropping from her mouth, cradling her chin lightly. Look at me, my child. He whispered, his voice oscillating between firm and caring. Dawn raised her unseeing eyes, her mouth dropping open of the expectation of the right. Do you accept my body in to yours?

His words caressed her with the depth of their sensuality. I do, she whispered, her voice cracking with anticipation. The sudden caress of Mark's cockhead over her lips sent her shudder through her body, the heat of his tip, teasing at her mouth as he stroked it along her lips. Dawn's tongue flicked over him, circling the very end of him, inviting him into her throat. Parting her lips, she slid them over his swollen end, whilst her tongue, The D'ung continued to circle him, to tease him, tightening her lips. Dorn slid her mouth along the entirety of his length.

Unable to resist, Mark thrust into her mouth with firm movements of his hips. His cock swelling deep inside her throat as he grasped at her hair, holding her head firm as he continued to fuck her mouth. Tears streamed down Dorn's cheeks as she resists the urge to gag, his cock pressing hard into the back of her throat. swallow my communion, he all but screamed as his cock exploded deep inside her throat. Warm streams have come filling her mouth as he continued to thrust his still pulsing cock into her throat. Eruptions have come dripping down her chin as he flooded her mouth with his pleasure.

Eventually his hand reached down for her, lifting dawn by her shoulder. Mark guided her to the edge of the stone slab. His cock already hard again as he pressed his body against hers. Before he simply whispered, You're all mine, all of you. His fingers sliding through the buttons of her shirt, popping them open one by one. As her shirt felt completely open,

the caress of the night air burning through her nipples, the sensation of the lace. of her bra, binding her erect nubs more intensely than Dawn could ever remember. Mark's hand dropped away. Somewhere in the distance she could hear a faint sound of water, as if her child was playing in a pond. The ice-cold water that dripped from Mark's fingers as he caressed her hard nipples, sent intense pulses of pleasure ricocheting through Dawn's body and forced a loud moan from her lips. Her point. Pussy clenched viciously on the sensation moving through her, as if he had thrust his cock without mercy deep into her pussy.

He quickly unfastened her pants, letting them fall to the ground. Nothing but the lace of her panties and bra stood between him and her now. His hand grasped between her thighs, the ice-cold water still dripping from his fingers as he pressed them along her lips. The caress of the ice cold against Dawn's burning heat of desire, sending her pussy into raptures of need. The throbbing, overwhelming any sense or caution, her mind, her body full of lust and dark desire, of a desperate need to be satisfied in any way possible. Mark's hand moved behind her, releasing the silk ties for the moment. He quickly released the last of her clothes.

Dawn shivered both through desire and the cold end. Baiting at every inch of her naked body. Without asking, Mark lifted her onto the cold stone slab, her back arching as a granite kissed along her nakedness. Her but extentsing at the beautiful contrast of cold and heat, battling for supremacy between her thighs. Mark grabbed her wrists again,

tightened them quickly over her head, before securing her ankles. Her thighs parted wide, exposing her hot dripping pussy to the cold bite of the night air. A darkness veiled Mark's voice as he whispered. Take a deep breath. Dawn took a deep breath and held it for what seemed like the longest moment. The cold of the granite, fueling the torment of the cold of the air.

Her whole body encapsulated in ice while her pussy burnt like a wildfire was flashing through a body. Dawn held her breath, wondering what to expect. next. The first drop of molten wax over her breasts sent a completely new sensation cascading through her body. Her pelvis rocked as if trying to desperately fuck some unseen cock. Dawn moaned loudly. Her fingers gripping at the silk ties. In some bid to control herself, her needs, her desires. Mark's lips caressed her erect nipples, teasing them between his teeth. before circling the very tip of his tongue firmly around them, pulling them tighter as he dragged his teeth along their firm length.

Mowing, Dawn struggled against her binds. Her body writhed with a tormented mix of beautiful pain and aching pleasure. As Mark moved his warm lips from her nipple. The cold air bit savagely in. to them, forcing Dawn to lift them into the air. Her soft curves tingling with need, with delight, with excruciating lust. Her whole body with a need to be satisfied in the darkest ways possible. The next drop of molten wax slid down the painfully erect nipple. It's intense heat sending a new sensation through a nipple. So intense, Thorne could only scream in pleasure at the intensity of desire she felt through to her core. Mark pushed her thighs apart, her slick coating the inside.

His tongue traced a line along the inside of her thigh, its firm motion, followed by the gentle biting sensation of his teeth, a dragging along the skin. Her legs twisting with tormented lust, her body writhing. She wanted more, she needed more. her pussy clutched desperately with their need to be filled, to be fucked so hard, to be taken in each and every way possible. Pushing her feet against the slab, Dawn raised her hips towards Mark's tongue, inviting him further, needing his mouth to explore every inch of her pussy. Mark firmly pressed a leg back down to the slab before dripping another drop of hot molten wax onto the soft flesh.

Feeling that excruciating, the erotic trail of hot wax along the inside of her thigh, Dawn bucked again, her pussy dripping long trails of her essence. She was sure she could come right here, right now, just by the intense pleasure vibrating through her thighs right now. As the pain subsided, Dawn's moans and gasping quieted, but in the background was still the pleasure, burning through her core, the desperate need to be fucked and to fuck. His hand pushed between her thighs.

Mark parted her lips. Exposing her sensitive clit to the brutal cold of the air. His hood pushed back. The ice-cold water burned through it as Mark slowly dripped it onto her pussy. Her pussy clutching violently in perfect response. Her back arching, her pelvis thrusting with unnatural need. Softly, his lips caressed the throbbing nub at her desire, his tongue circling it,

tormenting it slowly, as her desire grew stronger and stronger. Dawn wrestled with the ties, frantic with need. She wanted to grasp at Mark's hair to pull this damn blindfold off and ride his fucking mouth. God, she needed to come so hard. She could hear Mark's giggle, as his time. tongue flicked over, he clipped once again. The torment driving her mad, the sensations building in her clit, an overflow of pleasure, her core tensing with need. Dawn really didn't know how long she could control this orgasm that swirled through her. When the next drop of molten wax

fell with exquisite precision onto her naked, exposed clit, her body went into raptures of pleasure, Her thighs tensed at the sensations moving through her whole body. Desperately she grasped at the ties, her body convulsing in the bonfire of pleasure. So, that was part one, part two next week. Oh, I know, yes, I'm a tease. Well, you'll just have to tune in next week. So, until then, and always with your pleasure in mind.

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