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look forward to seeing you there. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another
episode of Wild in Bed. So when you're ready, take a deep breath,
just hold it for a moment, let it go with the sigh,
releasing all the tension and stress of the week. For the next thirty minutes
or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time,
your time to relax, your time to indulge your sensual desires. Now.
I know you've been a little naughty recently, and I've ignored it until now,
But tonight I think it's time to bring you back into line, to
remind you who the dominant really is between us. It wasn't often that Michaela
could see John in full business flow, but tonight, at this party,
she could see how easily he worked the room. He looked the picture of
authoritative dominance, his voice a seductive song that reminded her just how he had
become so successful, full of energy, even as the party drifted into the
early hours. Unlike others who had left early, John somehow maintained that meltyr
Pante's charisma until gone two am, as always the last to leave. It
was gone three am when they walked across the park toward Michayla's apartment. Given
how possessively he squeezed her hand, how his chest protruded full of pride,
The energy from the party was obviously still coursing through his veins. He was
so damn sexy when he was like this. Many times he had come to
Michaela's apartment after a successful meeting and he just dripped on more sexual magnetism.
They'd farked right there on the floor inside our main door, feeding off his
energy. Mikayla danced in front of him playfully, even in heels in a
maxi skirt, she managed to move around him gracefully, her hand caressing his
firm chest down the flat plane of his stomach, and squeezing his beautiful erection
through his pants. She had a sudden urge to show him just how sexy,
she found him when he was like this, Let's stop a minute,
enjoy the night air, she suggested, pointing to a bench, squeezing his
hard cot through his pants so there was no doubt of her intentions. He
leaned in to kiss her gently, at first almost teasingly, and then more
needy, with more passion, more hunger, as she continued to stroke his
erection with the pad of her thumb. You do remember we've just agreed a
contract with the Mayor's office. If I'm called fucking you on a park bench
now, that might just be in jeopardy, he growled, lust dripping from
every sound. Come on, where's your sense of adventure? Anyone else out
at this time is either too drunk or two stone to notice, She giggled
playfully. Grasping his cop firmly, she led him to the bench, the
palm of her hands pushing firmly against his tight chest, forcing his unresisting body
back onto the bench. Placing her black, patented high heel firmly on the
bench between his thighs, she teasingly drew her skirt up her leg, with
her fingertips tracing a slow and sensuous line of the silky material of her stockings.
I know how much you like it when I wear these. Even in
the light of the street lamp, Michaela could see his eyes widen with desire
at the sight of her stocking top. Continuing the motion of her fingers,
she caressed the line of her bikini panties with a solitary fingertip, mourning gently
as her fingernail circled her clit through the lacy material. The voracious heat in
her pussy bulsing with desire, mixed with the cold night air, emphasizing that
fire burning between the folds of her pussy. Holding his gaze, Michaela eased
her finger inside her panties, caressing her wet lips, gasping gently as she
slid it inside, thrusting it in and out slowly. She could feel the
desire building within her, her own pleasure dripping down her thighs. Sliding her
finger out, teazing it across her blush pink lips, her hungry gaze never
leaving his, she teased up and down its length with the tip of her
tongue. Looking intensely into his deep blue eyes, she whispered, I want
your cock in all of me. Moving her finger between his lips, she
said, taste how much I want you? John. The passion between them
crackled in the air as he sucked her finger between his teeth, biting along
it gently, the hint of pain sending shockwaves through Michaela's body. For a
moment, the rest of the world vanished. The fire of lust between them
was all consuming. A force cough behind them shattered the moment into a thousand
pieces. Do you two want to get home? Unless you want me to
assume there's money involved and I have to take you in? Giggling nervously,
Michaela grabbed John's hand and then ran across the park, away from the cop
headed to her apartment, her heart pounding as they ascended the stairs. Fumbling
in her purse, she eventually found her keys, and, after several failed
attempts, managed to get a key into the keyhole. Falling through the door,
John lean against the wall where Michaelis stumbled on her heels, rebalancing herself,
became and placed her head on his chest, feeling the soft beating of
his heart. How the hell was he so calm? We could have been
arrested down there? She could feel her own heart trying to escape, her
chest, pressing the lights, which the open planned living area was briefly illuminated
before a crack from one of the bulbs crashed them back into darkness. That
fucking pop again, she cursed, you find the floor lamp Hunging to grab
some water from the fridge, placing her purse on the pool table that still
dominated the sitting area despite numerous requests for a landlord to remove it. Michaela
walked to the kitchen area, the light of the fridge illuminating her face as
she retrieved two bottles of water before returning the room still dark. Has that
gone as well? She sighed? Noticing the window open, she cursed herself
for leaving it like that before she went out on such a chilly night,
moving over to close it. Leave it, John commanded, his voice suddenly
dark and dominant, his resonant tones making Michaela obey without thinking, sending waves
of pleasure to her already wet pussy. Maybe it was a moonlight streaming through
the window, but as she looked at him, it seemed like his face
had changed somehow. He was more serious, more stern, more assertive,
standing still a whimpress scaped Michaela's lips. Without thinking, she whispered, yes,
sir, okay kidden. I feel the need for something more dominant tonight.
I need to release some of this pent up energy. I want you
to show me all that beautiful lingerie you put on for me tonight. I
want you to strip for me slowly. Yeah, yes, sir, But
before you start, I think some music is in order, John said,
abruptly, Taking the remote control from the side table next to the chair,
he pressed a button, bringing life to the bluetooth speakers. Loving and elevator
echoed round the room Slowly. Mikayla started swaying her hips. Self conscious,
not quite sure what she was meant to do, she tried letting herself just
move to the music. One by one, she moved her fingers through the
buttons of her shirt, easing it open, exposing the pink bow between her
breast that adorned her black lacy bra, watching John's face for a moment as
her fingertips glided back up her stomach, his hand rubbing firmly at the erect
length in his pants as he moaned low and resonant. Noticeing his arousal,
Michaela started moving with more purpose, Knowing how much this was turning him on.
Fjord her own lust. Moving into the moonlight that John might have a
better view, she caressed one finger along the lace rim of her bra,
the cold air of the night already peeling her nipples. As a finger caressed
one, she felt a warm shiver, moving from head to toe with erotic
pleasure. The aching butt of her nipple, swollen against the silky material of
her bra, burned with desire as she rolled it between finger and thumb.
Unbidden. She moaned with longing, with lust, the heat between her thighs
inflaming every salacious image she had ever had. She watched this masterful, dominant
man sat in the shadows of the night, stroking his hard cock. Knowing
she was turning him on that much, he wanted her that much, Her
fingers traced a line along her brass straps. Teasingly, she turned her back
to John, sliding the strap over the curve of her shoulder. His unseen
moans of pleasure the sign that he was enjoying the show. The rhythm of
the music burning through her, her knees dipping in perfect time, her hips
gyrating to every drum beat. Somehow the sounds vibrating through her body were letting
her loose all her inhibitions and self consciousness. Moving her hand to her other
bra strap, she loosened it over her shoulder, the bras seemingly only held
up by her erect nipples. Moving one hand across her back, she released
the clasps while the other hand cupped both of her breasts, turning swiftly to
face John again, moving both hands over her aching tits, rubbing them through
the soft material of her loosened bra her hips moving as if she had John
deep inside of her already, her pussy throbbing for that very thing, Wanting
to feel the girth of his hard stretching the lips of her pussy, She
rode him without mercy, letting her brow drop to the floor, the palms
of her eyes, massaging her nipples in broad circles, spreading the swirling desire
that ate in her core through her whole body, Sliding her hands down over
her stomach, her fingertips exploring the waistband of her skirt, pushing one hand
further, her fingertips investigating the soft material of her panties that dripped with the
desire throbbing in her pussy, the heat of a wanton need burning those fingertips.
She involuntarily moaned loudly as her now caught her clit, needing to feel
John's hands on her, to feel his hard cock thrusting between her wet folds.
Her hand moved to the side of her skirt, unfastening it, letting
it join her brow on the floor, knowing that John had always found stockings
irresistible, hoping this would push him over the edge and fill her pussy with
the heart on that she just knew was throbbing in his pants. An avalanche
of cold air flooded over her body from the window, causing goosebumps to erupt
from every inch of her skin. She trembled with cold and lust. Somehow,
that chilly air just made her pussy more aroused than ever, and her
body positively vibrated with animal lust. On the pool table, he growled obediently.
She sat on the pool table, eyes apart, inviting, wanting kneading
lay back, he commanded as he stood, moving around the table behind Michaylor.
Grabbing both of her hands as she lay on the soft velvet, he
wrapped his tie around them securing them to the middle pocket of the table,
grunting with satisfaction as she felt the silk of his type inch her wrists.
Moving back around between her thighs, he lifted her legs up onto the table.
His hands pushed firmly up the underside of her thighs, his fingers caressing
the curves of her ass as they slid inside her panties. You won't be
needing these, he whispered, as his fingers grasped the waistband, yanking her
panties harshly down her legs. A shock of cold air slapped her hot dripping
folds hard, forcing a groan up through her whole body. Moving back around
the table once more, he whispered, close your eyes submissively, Michaela closed
her eyes. The sound of immoving material filled her with curiosity, before she
felt a tied plait of silk and material wrapped around her head and fastened tied,
making sure her eyes stayed shut even if she wanted to open them.
The smell of her desire filled her nostrils as she felt warm drops sliding down
her cheeks from whatever was wrapped around her head. The heat of his breath
caressed her ears as he whispered, can you smell your desire on your panties?
I can smell it from here that you just have to be able to
being that they're wrapped around your head. Now wait here, he smirked.
She could hear his grin at his own dark humor. Where else was she
going to go? As the sounds of him moving across the wooden floor dimmed,
she suddenly felt very exposed, a sensation only accentuated by the cold night
air kissing every inch of her body. The contrast between the heat in her
core and the cold on her skin only served to send electricity through every nerve
in her body. In the distance, she could hear a distant click from
the bedroom. She guessed, given the situation, that he would be in
her toy box, but damn, she had all sorts of paraphernalia in there.
He could be getting anything. His footsteps had a leaden sound to them
as he returned ominous, almost pushing her thighs apart. She could hear what
sounded like his belt being released as he positioned himself in front of a throbbing
pussy. A brief wush send, and then what she presumed was its pants
hitting the floor. That's the cold air against his perfect little clit of yours
is question full of menace. Not waiting for her response, he pinched it
viciously, pulling it hard from her pussy. She screamed in shock as much
as pain before he released it and ass The sting of the initial pinch subsided
her knub, burnt hot with an after glow of delicious pleasure, throbbing with
need. Gently but firmly, he caressed it. Her legs pushed at the
edge of the pool table, thrusting her pussy up in wanton need, inviting,
longing to be fucked. Please, sir, I need you, she
begged, desperation dripping from every word. Ignoring her please, he pushed her
thighs apart roughly, Keep them there, raw, cough them to the end
pockets, and they're a long way away. A gentle caress of thin leather
straps over her nipples sent aches of anticipation tingling straight to her clit. As
they dragged down her body slowly, she writhed in painful pleasure, moaning loudly
as they fell along her clit, teasing the folds of her pussy. You
were a bad kitten. Tonight, that cop almost arrested us, he said,
with dark presents. How bad were you? Do you think on a
scale of one to ten? She knew this game, they played it before.
Three sir, she whispered, just three, you could have cost me
that contract. I think you are much naughtier than that. Try again,
the undertones in his voice ominous with dark lust. Seven, sir, she
ventured, Oh, I think at least nine, and you know what to
do. Count the strokes. If you lose your place, we start again.
The first lash of the small flogger against her clip came immediately and caught
her off guard. Is stinged radiating through her body as she cried in pain.
As he dragged the leather straps through the folds of her throbbing pussy.
She mowed loudly as a sudden wave of warm pleasure spilled over her body.
What she said, holding her breath to brace for the next lashing. After
what felt like forever, the strands of the leather flogger just kissed her thighs
gently as he said, you know better than that, kitten. No holding
your breath. Oh wait, releasing her breath with a sigh. The second
lash came hard and fast, right against her throbbing clit, the brutal kiss
of the leather sending her desire into overdrive. The soft caress as they drifted
over her aching lips afterwards, only accentuating that desire. Two, she said,
focusing on counting. The next three lashes came fast and hard, with
no caress in between her clip pulse, with the sensations of the merciless flogging.
Three, four, five, she whispered, her body trembling with need,
and then quiet. Not a sound, no flogs, no commands,
just an empty, desolate silence, until somewhere on the edge of her hearing
a gentle, buzzing sound. That's up the empty Shall we see if you
can keep count? Now? That dark grin returning to his voice as he
thrust the vibrates her into a wet pussy, her lips sucking hungrily at it.
Don't come yet, not until I say you can. If you come,
we start over again. Ominous humor spread through every word. Michaela focused
on controlling the sensations that were swamping her body, every nerve, every cell,
every fiber of her body, screamed her knee to orgasm. The next
lash hit hard on her clip, catching a stretched pussy lips in just a
way to cause her pelvist lift, moving the vibrator deep inside. Fuck.
What number was this? Her mind, panicking, grasping for a tendril for
the last few moments of her life. Six, she guessed, almost relieved
when the next lash hit without warning, causing her hips to buck wildly again.
Seven she gasped, her orgasm swelling through her body, desperate for release,
her pussy clutching hard at the vibrator, her need to be fucked,
overcoming any sense of reality, every sensation of the vibrator sending pangs of pleasure
through her whole body. Moaning loudly, she didn't know how much longer she
could control her orgasm, her mind sinking quickly into a whirlpool of confusion and
lust. Another thrash of the flog as sending shock waves for her body,
her fingers grasping at the silk tie securing her to the pool table, grasping
to keep any remnants of control she had over her body. Eight, trying
to withhold the mones that screamed within her, Sliding the vibrator out of her
pussy. She had a moment's relaxation before he slid it up her clit that
burned with sensitivity from the flogging, holding the very tip of it against her
knub. Another lash against the aching lips of her pussy. Oh fuck,
she cried, nine, her orgasm a wildfire through her body. Pulling her
legs down, he thrust hard inside her, holding the vibrator against her clit.
Every thrust of his heart cock pushed with beautiful precision into her pussy,
her throbbing lips sucking hungrily at his length as she felt his body tensing,
his moans becoming growled as he swelled inside of her. Come for me,
now, kitten, Come around my cock, he moaned, exploding inside of
her. Her body shuddered in pleasure as her orgasm spiraled up her body before
the avalanche of pleasure blooded down and exploded right there on a aching clip.
So gently he kissed her lips, keeping his steel throbbing cock inside her,
sliding the makeshift blindfold off her eyes and loosening his tie from around her wrists.
She sank back into his eyes, gentle gigas of pleasure dropping from her
lips as she felt her body convulsing in satisfaction, his fingers gently moving her
hair from her face as he kissed her forehead tenderly. Guess that will teach
you before you're naughty again, kitten, he said, before kissing her deeply,
pulling her tight against him. They shared waves of pleasure trembling through them.
Well, I hope that little story has warmed you up beautifully and got
those lace panties of yours tingling with anticipation. Now, next week we're going
to be doing something a little new and enemy is to love a story,
so you can expect some wild fucking next Sunday, won't we get wild in
bed all over again? But until then, and always with your pleasure in
mind, this is Devil in Wild, wishing you salacious dreams. Attempted a